With every lie you told, you dug a deeper hole.
You should know I've been down that road.
I can show you where it goes if you wanna know.
It won't lead ya home.

Why would cry for your soul, when you're made of gold.
Why would lie when you know that this ain't home.

I know you've been afraid,
that's why you stay awake all night and sleep through the day.
Hoping to find a hand you can hold, before you grow up and grow old.

Why would cry for your soul, when you're made of gold.
Why would lie when you know that this ain't home.

Why would cry for your soul, when you're made of gold.
Why would lie when you know that this ain't home.
Yeah this ain't home.

Everyone needs a hand to hold on to.
Everyone needs a place [bad word] home to.
Hope you find a song to remind you.

Everyone needs a hand to hold on to.
Everyone needs a place [bad word] home to.