The house, the home you're born in
The yard, the final morning
With but a tiny warning
One day it ends
A weekend in a bunk bed
A microwaved bowl of ramen
A two bedroom apartment
A dream at ten
I am not anchored to the ones whose names I have forgotten
I am not partial to the ground beneath my feet
I am forever gonna chase a home and never find it
I'll never rest
A month of visitation
A handoff at the station
The numb imagination
Of I-95
I am not anchored to the ones whose names I have forgotten
I am not partial to the ground beneath my feet
I am forever gonna chase a home and never find it
I'll never rest
A dream at ten, a nightmare now
A dream at ten, a nightmare now
A dream at ten, a nightmare now
A dream at ten, a nightmare now
The house I knew is haunted
The picket fence is rotted
What could have been is lost, and
I'll never know
I am not anchored to the ones whose names I have forgotten
I am not partial to the ground beneath my feet
I am forever gonna chase a home and never find it
I'll never rest
I'll never rest
I am not anchored to the ones whose names I have forgotten
I am not partial to the ground beneath my feet
I am forever gonna chase a home and never find it
I'll never rest