Home Days

Woke up late again now the northerlies are in, blowing dogs off their leashes

I think I might stay in bed

It’s the middle of July, and the waters still warm like the sun on my wall

Don’t even know if it’s the weekend

I’ve got nowhere left to be now

I’ve been getting high, I’ve been getting low

That’s me, knocking on your front door

“Hey mama”, yeah your little boy's home

I've been taking time, keeping off the road

Lap it up because you know it don’t last long

These days I know, the best days are home days

I ain’t been doing much, but getting out my burrow

getting tacos on Tuesdays

Only Tuesday’s

I’ve been finding peace on the ocean floor,

Something in the silence leaves me wanting more

More and more

Still got nowhere left to be now

I’ve been getting high, I’ve been getting low

That’s me, knocking on your front door

“Hey mama”, yeah your little boy’s home

I've been taking time, keeping off the road

Lap it up because you know it don’t last long

These days I know, the best days are home days