well I met this kid in Philly who says
You gotta live without a home to have what it takes
So I turned in my key, yeah I turned in my key
Until they say, "Who is this?"
Hey Miss Alyssa, you don't got the catch
Don't play your songs, make some words up
I guess I already knew I'd be coming home to you
Why am I running all alone?
I guess it's how I've always been
Times have hardened up my chin
You never know what's coming 'til it hits right home
When every band's got a fist full of dates
And a brand new van that their parents bought for them
It says "Sorry son, the market's full."
Hey Miss Alyssa, would you help me out?
I've lost my muse, make some words up
I guess I already knew I'd be coming home to you
Why am I running all alone?
I guess it's how I've always been
Times have hardened up my chin
You never know what's coming 'til it hits right home
Work hard, don't sleep
Save up, can't think
Settle down, make homes
Subtle now, make it home
Work hard, don't sleep
No time this week
Settle down, make homes
Subtle now, make it home
Hey Miss Alyssa, you don't the catch
Don't play your songs, make the words up
I guess I already knew I'd be coming home to you
Why am I running all alone?
I guess it's how it's always been
Times will hardened up your chin
You never know what's coming 'til it hits right home