Home coming

Home coming

I sweep two years of dust

From the table I once used

My heart's begun to rust

Inside this chest that I've abused

I threw away the key

Before I left the box untouched

I became a new me

But I didn't gain much

The little things in life

Like the warm embrace of friends

We’re trivial in spite

Of all that’s now become the end

I'm moving on

I'm moving on

I'm moving on

I'm moving on

It won’t be long

It won’t be long

I'm moving on

I'm moving on