Riding home

"Gimme the tune and [?]

Even if it don't mean the same

But every time I'll sing for you

But every time I'll sing for you

Will see you bought and sold, and sold, riding home
I don't know...Ain't no home..."

I'm blankly frustrated though seriously alive

I assume we can make it, I'm going to be ticking time
{I didn't mean to write this down, I was thinking something else}
We don't mean the same, as if anything ever meant to be the same
All we can wish for is that we attempt to stay the same

{I didn't mean to write this down, I was thinking something else}

Anyway, today
I'm just riding home
But I don't know
Ain't no home
{I was thinking all of what, we deny everyday}