carry me home...
This guitar is
shot and so is this voice
They’ve gone through hell and back, but by my own choice
I’m waiting for you to see what’s not on this stage
Is deep inside my heart to help me come of age
Why won’t you carry me home
Please won’t you carry me home
You never carry me home
So why won’t you carry me home
The thrill isn’t here, and not for some time
And I can complain, most all of the time
So won’t you take a look and tell me what you see
A poet and a man, or this child inside of me
Why won’t you carry me home
Please won’t you carry me home
You never carry me home
So why won’t you carry me home
This guitar is shot and so is this voice
They’ve gone through hell and back, but by my own choice
I’m waiting for you to see what’s not on this stage
Is deep inside my heart to help me come of age
Why won’t you carry me home
Please won’t you carry me home
You never carry me home
So why won’t you carry me home