This Old Home کے بول

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...