Home At Last

Got no wit and I know it 

Never did nothing, nothing worth a spit 

Home at last 

As always, you were right 

I’d never amount to nothing, I’m just not that bright 

Home at last 

Unremarkable in every way 

In my time, forgotten 

On my tombstone, let it say 

Here lies no one 

Home at last  

Lost no more 

Home at last  

An open door 

Home at last 

Forgotten son 

Home at last 

Cloud cuckoo for a bum 

 

This world is not for the weak 

The willing trample upon the meek 

Home at last 

Not that I can assign blame 

I never even tried to play at your game 

Home at last 

Greeted by the hand of my maker 

I will shake it a lot 

Maybe some old streetlamp will blink once for me 

Maybe not 

Home at last  

Lost no more 

Home at last  

An open door 

Home at last 

Forgotten son 

Home at last  

Cloud cuckoo for a bum 

 

Home at last 

Home at last 

Home at last