My Old Home

My old home with flowers on all the tables

Where did all that go

I guess the flowers got old and died

Wilted and dried from the sun who was never that able

To sit with you while you cried

Now he's the one who's alone

Yeah I'm trying

Yeah I'm trying real hard

Trying to build this thing back up from nothing

But I'm shooting in the dark

Keep on missing the mark, yeah

Yeah but there's no doubt in my mind that I feel something

Deep in my heart

Hot on my head, yeah

We are growing older and bolder

Trying to find the thread that connects our hearts

Stretches so damn far

Forget we're apart

But now I got my head

Said I'm trying to correct

My growing list of wrongs

And I'm surprised how it got this long

And yeah I was a child

But that don't cut it anymore

Not like we're playing on any little swing set

Is the world that's spinning 'round

We get stuck to the ground, yeah

Remember when we said that we could get higher

Yeah I believed that

And I feel it coming on

It's why I wrote this song, yeah