We'll leave at dusk
With only that which we can carry
Whatever's left gets burned or buried
For if by chance we return

We'll leave a note
To Whom It May Concern:
"Fuck you and your front lawn
I'd rather die with my hands tied
Than holding a gun"

There's no place
Like home
For collecting burdens

And conjuring
Ghosts that don't
Know they're dead

Soon
There's gonna be a fight
And we'll all have to choose sides

Like kids on the playground
But everyone's hungry
There's no place
Like home
For collecting burdens

And conjuring
Ghosts that don't
Know they're dead

He insists
He's just sick
And I don't have the heart
To tell him

Any different

Its the way it's been
And the way it will be
Until we leave

We don't need a mirror
We don't need those pictures on the wall
We don't need to see ourselves

As we are now
To remember
Where we came from
We'll leave at dusk
With only that which we can carry
I'll get the dog, you get the baby
And pray that there's a God to light our way