Can I come home? Been all alone Bow before the throne Lost one, your own Young misterbedford 'bout to come back, woo Yeah I popped a pill and I can will that my old pains Will sit and spin on my finger, I can proclaim My travails and antitheses, they've gone away Your hurtful words, they'll only sting on the road taking Me back home, when the sauce comes out my pores Exposed to my feelings, I just need to get out the cold The music you keep playing it's got me on a flight My kindness and patience gone like the sleep during the nights and Days after I've popped 'em Lives I've lived disguised in smoke without an option No surprise, the intoxication's too much fun Got a problem, restrain me, take me back to church I need the Son of God The one that rose, the one who looked out for droves of people He searched the most, I'll see him before the close My life's a chequer board, done with my chequered past I promise you God I won't think twice, now that I've come back (Ai) Can I come home? Been all alone Bow before the throne Lost one, your own