Song | Homesick |
Artist | Pennywise |
Album | Live At The Key Club |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I walk down my old street | |
Used to be home for me and | |
now there's spraypaint on the walls | |
I see a house that at one time looked nice | |
but now it is abandoned | |
There's nothing left at all | |
So why, why must we let our chances fly | |
When oh when oh will we ever see hope again | |
Why, why, why is it hard to say goodbye | |
Well oh well oh at least I can still remember when | |
our city used to be such a beautiful place | |
Now you can't walk down the street | |
the same and think you'll see the same | |
My hands are in the air | |
It makes no sense to me | |
I cannot explain this tragety | |
My first trip to city | |
I remember thinking | |
that the buildings stood so tall | |
and when I see that my old stomping ground | |
is just a ravaged | |
they seem so small now rather | |
feel like I'm living in someone else's-dream | |
It dosen't seem this is the way | |
that things should be | |
it's like a dark cloud swallowed up humanity | |
Whatever it is it is be-yond-me | |
Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me | |
A virus spreading through the street | |
It astounds me | |
Homesickness |
I walk down my old street | |
Used to be home for me and | |
now there' s spraypaint on the walls | |
I see a house that at one time looked nice | |
but now it is abandoned | |
There' s nothing left at all | |
So why, why must we let our chances fly | |
When oh when oh will we ever see hope again | |
Why, why, why is it hard to say goodbye | |
Well oh well oh at least I can still remember when | |
our city used to be such a beautiful place | |
Now you can' t walk down the street | |
the same and think you' ll see the same | |
My hands are in the air | |
It makes no sense to me | |
I cannot explain this tragety | |
My first trip to city | |
I remember thinking | |
that the buildings stood so tall | |
and when I see that my old stomping ground | |
is just a ravaged | |
they seem so small now rather | |
feel like I' m living in someone else' sdream | |
It dosen' t seem this is the way | |
that things should be | |
it' s like a dark cloud swallowed up humanity | |
Whatever it is it is beyondme | |
Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me | |
A virus spreading through the street | |
It astounds me | |
Homesickness |
I walk down my old street | |
Used to be home for me and | |
now there' s spraypaint on the walls | |
I see a house that at one time looked nice | |
but now it is abandoned | |
There' s nothing left at all | |
So why, why must we let our chances fly | |
When oh when oh will we ever see hope again | |
Why, why, why is it hard to say goodbye | |
Well oh well oh at least I can still remember when | |
our city used to be such a beautiful place | |
Now you can' t walk down the street | |
the same and think you' ll see the same | |
My hands are in the air | |
It makes no sense to me | |
I cannot explain this tragety | |
My first trip to city | |
I remember thinking | |
that the buildings stood so tall | |
and when I see that my old stomping ground | |
is just a ravaged | |
they seem so small now rather | |
feel like I' m living in someone else' sdream | |
It dosen' t seem this is the way | |
that things should be | |
it' s like a dark cloud swallowed up humanity | |
Whatever it is it is beyondme | |
Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me | |
A virus spreading through the street | |
It astounds me | |
Homesickness |