beck.

Yeah, I know that I'm broke

You knew my dreams weren't big enough, oh

I thought I'd make a good living on my own, oh no

But the reality is always a mess

Play with the kids on the way home

'Cause I'm still so ashamed on my way back, yeah-yeah

So pray for me, my dear, for my way home

But I don't wanna go back, on my way home

Hey Beck, do you think I'm a joke?

I know that I'm broke

So I'll just laugh it off, hmm

Play with the kids on the way home

'Cause I'm still so ashamed on my way back, yeah-yeah

So pray for me, my dear, for my way home

But I don't wanna go back, on my way home

Memories of my failures pass me by

Oh, I can barely remember the way back, it's out of sight

I can't recall where we've begun to meet

Do you even exist?

Or am I losing your memories?

Well anyway, I just wanna say thank you

Just the thought of not being alone gets me through, mm