Go Back Home

I woke up Sunday morning On the wrong side of the bed I need a cup of coffee have a smoke to clear my head My mind it keeps on playing the last words that she said I love you but I need to go back home Her soaps not in my shower Her hairs not in the drain It's funny how you miss the things That used to make you go insane I feel all the memories in every passing train I love but I need to go back home The house is cricket quiet The dogs don't even bark Everybody's lost their tune The radios gone dark I would start a fire but I can't find a spark I love you but I need to go back home Her pictures hanging on the wall And I can't help but stare All the grandchildren call just to tell me that they care But still talk to god Saying this just can't be fair I love you but I wanna go back home