25

i was 25, when i found my love and i felt alive, nothing ever could be so fine, i was going home, 3 years of my life, i finally got my family right, nothing ever could be so fine, i was going home, i was 32, forgot about love til i thought about you, and nothingness seemed what to do, i was headed home, when i met a friend of mine, i hadn't seen in quite some time, we made talk til half-past nine, i am going home, i'm not going back, i'm not gonna unpack my mistakes anymore, is it a mistake if it leave you better off than before?, i'm decorating my walls, with pictures of the things i wanted most of all, maybe this time, i'll get it right, i was 54, i packed my bags walked out the door, didn't tell her just what for, i am going home, not my finest time, at least i did it without lying, i know she'll be just fine, i am going home, i'm not going back, i'm not gonna unpack my mistakes anymore, is it a mistake if it leave you better off than before?, i'm decorating my walls, with pictures of the things i wanted most of all, maybe this time, i'll get it right, i was 25, when i found my love and i felt alive, and nothing else has been so fine, i am going home, another year of my life, still trying to get my family right, and nothing ever could be so fine, as i am going home