I Went Home and Wrote This Song

franksardella · I Went Home And Wrote This Song

I Went Home and Wrote This Song

While you were breaking all the hearts you could,
in Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, Hollywood,
all they remember is what a trip it’s been
and the puzzled state of thinking
that you left them in
But, when your rights had done them wrong,

I went home, and,
I went home and wrote this song
I went home, and,
I went home and wrote this song

You get by claiming that you’ve loved and lost
and that you paid your dues at a dire cost
But when the bill comes at the end of the month
you will fly by night
away from everyone
But, while they all just kind of went along,

I went home, and,
I went home and wrote this song
I went home, and,
I went home and wrote this song

You leave in your smug and silent solitude
while, in your wake, so many
wasted hearts are strewn
And, when they’re all alone and home at night,
wonder where they went wrong
and can they put it right?
I won’t even cry a single tear
or lose my mind, or wonder why
‘cause I just go home and I write…

It’s temporary, this feeling they get
when you make them feel
that they can land you yet
Packed up your bags the day that you arrived,
knowing no heart but your own
is likely to survive
How, while you crushed them, did I stay so strong?

I went home, and,
I went home and wrote this song
I went home, and,
I went home and wrote this song
I went home, and,
I went home and wrote this song