Guess it's been too many years To think that I could see home Nothing looks familiar to me now
Everything's overgrown and in my way Streetlights burned out over where we used to play
You said "These keys keep burning a hole in my pocket" Wish wouldn't keep it inside
Down inside Tom tells me "I'm too late"
I can't find my way back home I can't find my way back home I can't find my way back home
I hate it but I want it so bad
I can't find my way back home I can't find my way back home I can't find my way back home
The keys that open my door