[bad word] through the black night I’m sure I had a green light

Crawling over the thought that I would die

Then from the x-ray, back to the rat race

I want to win this, and know that I’m alive

All these streets look different, like I’m born again

There in the dark, down in the valley, under the motel neon sign

Room 105, the back of the alley, you’re wearing my coat while sleeping

And it feels like [bad word] home

It’s hard for the dreams when the city’s never sleeping

But we’re gonna make it, though we don’t know how

I pay a high price for the joy of the free ride

‘Cause I got you, and now that’s all that counts

There in the dark, down in the valley, under the motel neon sign

Room 105, at the back of the alley, you’re wearing my coat while sleeping

And it feels like [bad word] home, oh

Yeah it feels like [bad word] home, oh

This I know

Right from the start, like it’s the first time

It finally feels [bad word] home

There in the dark, down in the valley, under the motel neon sign

Room 105, at the back of the alley, you’re wearing my coat while sleeping

And it feels like [bad word] home, oh

Yeah it feels like [bad word] home, oh

This I know

Right from the start, like it’s the first time

It finally feels like

It feels like [bad word] home