Nobody Likes It When the Party Ends

If I came back home Would you still pick me up At the Peter Pan bus station At three o'clock Well, I guess the party's through And goodbyes never suited you Won't you unfold those arms And give me some love 'Cause you, you've had enough Of my surprise arrivals and these silly little songs Is there a point to me speaking if you're holding a grudge Now I'm getting older too And those things I swore would always be true As I keep living I watch them come undone