Broken Bottle

A broken bottle on the ground Somehow Reminded me of home A place I used to know But nowhere seems to fit right No Nowhere seems to fit right now Nowhere Not right now Home Is a precious concept Makes you feel Perhaps you might belong And you're free to sing your song But know Just because you live there Doesn't mean You're free to hang your heart It's just a place To start The worst Time of year To be here That's what I heard As soon as I arrived No one goes outside But now Now that I am leaving The doors The doors are opened wide They're all opened wide Yeah the doors The doors are opened wide They're all opened wide