Home Grown Tomatoes - Mark Bishop Lyrics

Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
I woke up in my old bedroom again
Until I turned on the lights
Same bed, same pictures on the wall
But the windows tell it all
I'm not home
When December came
And I walked outside
My arms couldn't tell a difference
If I closed my eyes
Well, my nose ain't broken
It'll red like it used to
But I know I'm not used to
All that's changed
If it's the board I miss
Or it's Sarah's kiss
It all blends in anyway
I never get it my way
Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
Friday came along
I made a date with new towers
I thought I'd part with old flowers
You really think I would change?
I'm in between cars again
I can't find past adrenaline
I guess I'll drive myself home
Alone now
If it's the board I ride
Or I'm just filled with pride
It all blends in anyway
I never get it my way
Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
The sky opens too wide
Your silhouette, it doesn't dip into it
Anymore
I'll come back
If I'm dead if I have to
I'll never escape you
Though you won't chase me—
I'll come back
If I'm dead if I have to
I'll never escape you
Though you won't chase me back