This old home   Won't let me out   People come and   Some children leave      This hole is deepening   It's going to swallow me      I'm just like   Just like the mites      Their plot's the same as   The same as mine      Tearing down this house   One piece at a time      Where there is nothing left   But small town charm      There's really nothing left   And it seems so far      Dust gathers round us   This house was built to fall      I'll be your compass   If you'll be my wrecking ball      Come back home...   Come back home...   Come back home...   Come back home...      Come back home...   Come back home...   Come back home...   Come back home...      (I'll never go)   Come back home...   (I'll never go)   Come back home...      (I'll never go)   Come back home...   (back home)   Come back home...