Ran home

Well you ran away to meet some good intentions
A suit, a tie, a shovel and a pail
I know that you'll feel sorry for yourself
But I'm sorry for those ships that can't set sail

Well you have been invited to your own pathetic fall
And the trees here stand and grow but they'll never be as tall as They were
Before a spiteful spirit ran home

Well you ran away to find a hidden purpose
Did that work out the way you hope it did?
I'm sure that one day you'll figure it out
I'll wait it out, a house fire freshly lit

Well you have been invited to your own pathetic fall
And the trees here can still grow but they'll never be as tall as they were
Before a spiteful spirit ran home