Way Back Home

I've heard you say something about your revolution
Is this a solution or another wasted time?
Death theories, the sickest part of the history
Do you need a name? Do you need a fame?

The last time I saw your face
You said you'd write me back
But I never get a letter with your name
I though that them send'em back

You laughed behind my back
But when I turned you're not there
You took my promises
You broke my hopes

You were my whole...

Hey, I'm calling your name
Down on my knees again
I wanna hear you say better days will come
And I don't care about yesderdays
Open the door and let me stay
You see, I'm here, I keep playing the game

I saw your face on the TV screen
But you're never available to me
You got your parties, you got your new life
You got a new popstar boy friend

And you were my home...

Hey, I'm calling your name
Down on my knees again
I wanna hear you say better days will come
And I don't care about yesderdays
Open the door and let me stay
You see, I'm here, I keep playing the game

Hey, you keep calling my name
But I don't remember your face
A batter has come now that I found
My way back home...