Home Is Where The Heart [Ache] Is

She runs away
With nothing to say.
Shoes in her hands
Is salvation coming near?
Her hair’s a mess
And look at that dress.
Can’t help to say
She’s got the pills to make it better.
Maybe she needs therapy
Or maybe she just don’t need me.
Drinkin', drivin', one night stands
Slit your wrist and try again.
Mom is gone, daddy’s away
Sometimes there’s nothing left to say.
Doesn’t want to hold my hand
Never call it home again.
Down by the liquor store
At the corner if she wants more.
Take you places far away,
Replace the words that you can’t say.
Home is where the heart (ache) is
Empty bottles, fucked up kids.
Looking for that other place
Somethings you just can’t erase.
Left for dead one Saturday
Took the plunge and drove away.
Close your eyes, try to forget
Home is where the heart (ache) is.
Maybe she needs therapy
Or maybe she just don’t need me.
Drinkin', drivin', one night stands
Slit your wrist and try again.
Home is where the heart (ache) is