Bush
Homebody
On our way home
Edging a smile
Thinking about it
All of the while
You never stop
You're the traffic in my brain
The lover that I got

There's no way that you can see
When you feel that far away from me
You're coming home, yeah

The steeper the climb
The sharper the sides
The better the summit
Quietly drown
Losing my face
I need you to find me

It's so hard for you to see
How come you feel so far from me?
You're coming home, yeah

It's time to confess
(I'm) dying for you
You seem to life me
So, you're the knife
These are the worms
Waiting for you
It's all I can do
You're coming home, yeah