There was no helicopter, there was no great escape There was no supermarket, no screaming car ride, no zombie chase you lied about the way this went you're stepping in your wet cement I have no other place to go, this remedy is all I know But have you gone? The truth of where I am is hard to take We're living in the house of my mistakes But have you ever made a place to truly call your own? Is this the home you know or letting go? There is no clear agenda, there is no safe retreat There's just the lengthy process of filling in the you shaped hole in me And if I've known it would have got this way I'd got it (harder?) anyway? Home is not the place it were Home is where you see yourself