You say it's time to go
But you don't want to leave
Fooling with the keys
I'd like to see the show
But I just don't think it's that easy
But if it's everywhere you look
If it's easy to see
We'll all be floating on a breeze
Bishop takes a rook
It looks like the way back
Is moving the stone
And I was playing out the role of pretender
Trying to get them straight in my mind
She said she needed me to defend her
Ain't it nice to wake up and find
Home, home...
You say you're sitting at the bus stop
Waiting at the gate
Got the ticket in your hand
I'm getting kind of hot
I don't seem to have got what you paid for
And it isn't worth the fuss
But it's looking in the way
You know he doesn't understand
It's not the way you planned out the handout
To pay the band
I was standing in the line with the crazies
Smoking half and drinking the rest
Feeling fine and kind of lazy
Hoping I was passing the test
Home, home...
Home was written by Joe Walsh.
Home was produced by Bill Szymczyk.