Coming Home (feat. Phil Labonte)

On a quiet faded pavement, I drove myself to find the place I promised I would never leave behind But like a subtle proclamation of my unkept word, I see The place I once called home has ceased to be Now there's nothing left but broken glass Empty words and empty promises Coming home is not supposed to be like this Shadow figures on the corner like numbers on a list Coming home was supposed to be a gift But the men that came before me can't be found now It's not nothing more but something less This place that I've come home to is not supposed to be like this As I made my way downtown, I searched the night in hopes I'd find The echos of the past that haunt my mind But as every moment passes, the hope within me fades with time And regret forms the words my tongue can't find Now there's nothing left, just broken glass I found the words, and now I'll get 'em off my chest Coming home is not supposed to be like this Shadow figures on the corner like numbers on a list Coming home was supposed to be a gift But the men that came before me can't be found now It's not nothing more but something less This place that I've come home to is not supposed to be like this I'm coming, I'm home now I've seen enough, and now it's time to shut this down Don't tell me you're sorry I've heard enough, your excuses won't be bound There's not nothing more but something less On a quiet faded pavement, I drove myself to find the place Coming home is not supposed to be like this Shadow figures on the corner like numbers on a list Coming home was supposed to be a gift But the men that came before me can't be found now There's nothing more, just something less This place that I've come home to is not supposed to be like this Coming home is not supposed to be like this (I'm coming, I'm home now) Shadow figures on the corner (I've seen enough, this place that I've come home to) Like numbers on a list (and now it's time to shut this down, is not supposed to be like this)