Nobody wants to walk home alone Made out of steel or out of cold stone A concrete bed and no fire burning Inside of my head, I'm tired of running Home is where I hurt the most A lonely place that's filled with ghosts What lovely place it used to be And all that's left around here is me Nobody wants to be all alone A part of the leaves that the wind has blown Locked outside while it's raining Inside of my head I'm tired of running Home is where I hurt the most A lonely place that's filled with ghosts What lovely place it used to be And all that's left around here is me Home is where I hurt the most Home is where I hurt the most Home is where I hurt the most Home is where I hurt the most