The air is honest, the clouds they roll on by
Falling leaves like confetti
Changing seasons it's a party
Crack in the pavement, the breath of an old flat tire
I swear it's deflating
To be on the road for a while
The hands of time will turn each day towards a brand new sun
And it'll feel like home
Rent an apartment in a rooftop neighborhood
I don't fit in with all the hipsters my age
Drinking stouts and gingers
These old soles have carried my feet for miles
They'll get tired
Of running wild
The hands of time will turn each day towards a brand new sun
And it'll feel like home
It'll feel like home
It'll feel like home, home
All out of patience, my parents are old and grey
My brother's on his second kid, I guess I missed the wedding
Where has my life gone, has it really been this long
Guess I'll never know when or why it all went wrong
The hands of time will turn each day towards a brand new sun
And it'll feel like home
It'll feel like home
It'll feel like home, home
How come it never feels like home?