Lyrics Go Home - Bec Sandridge

Go Home

I’ve been down before, in the dirt
Holding on to ghosts and shirts
of those I thought, liked the light
Those who won’t give up the first fight
oOh I’ve been down, on bad knees
prayed to god for love and (cheese?)
My mum won’t take no time, for me.
Oooh oooh ooooh ooooh
She’s been down before,
wrinkled corners, home ain’t a home if you’re brushing (jokes?)
_____ black and white,
Brother’s got liquor stored up inside
His brother ain’t a brother since he ran away
Now he drinks in the garden most rainy days
with a heart full of fire, ice full of water
hands of (dusk, caught in it?)
His youngest daughters (spin?)
Oooh oooh oooh oooooh
His sisters missed, he comes come real late
He’s got the stain of (bread?) on the side of his face
Keeps forgetting her name
Keeps on calling her/dear jane
From the phone downstairs, ___
Oooh oooh oooh
(some more really nice harmonizing)
(and all it goes?)
And all your ghosts go, Oohhh oooh oooh oooh