Sober Disenchanted Maturity Lyrics

We all fear future's face
Considered and pondered the enemy.
A sad boy when sorry plans he plots in vain
With no memory of his pilot.

When will you come home? (home home)
Come home to me.
Come home (home home)
Come home to me.
Come home (home home)
Come home.

Isn't it nice to stay around when there's no one else around?
Isn't it nice to stay around when there's no one else around?

Stay inside...
Stay a while...

Prosperity's mine to claim and cling on to
Plans not of harm.
None of my design.

Roger that commission with my eagle's wings soaring aimlessly.
It's so hard to be childlike when adulthood is so virtuous.
That simple fear tickles the underbelly
Of my graduation nightmare.
And direction is a holy word when yours is a lamp unto my feet.

When will you come home? (home home)
Come home to me.
Come home (home home)
Come home to me.
Come home (home home)
Come home.