…woke up late again & heard the sound
Of a world about to end,
But, he woke up breathing cold & alone.
Paint a brand new picture to break the ground,
Time to be a man.
What you thought would kill you
Turned out to be your best friend.
Soon you got to let it go and then,
Thinkin' that he ought to know a way.
Changing from the pressure
& caught up in a room.
Paint the walls grey & black,
The color of the moon.
And he said, oh no,
Man I think I funked it up again.
I want to go home, but I know
Things will never be the same again.
Made a vow & burning a brand new flame.
So things would settle down.
Close your eyes & listen to the sound.
Then he would just let it flow & bend,
Things that he might've known are given.
New determination, conviction & in face.
The colors on the walls are worse.
Things he never got to say.
He say I gotta go home,
Man I think I messed it up again.
I want to go home, but I know
Things will never be the same again.
I think I know it changes,
I finally learned to change my world again.
New determination, conviction on my face,
Turn on the radio, listenin' to "TheEnd",
& gettin' high in the studio, ..again.
…I just wanna go home.