Lyrics This Ain't My Home - Shannon McNally

This Ain't My Home

Wrong side of the road
How did I get here this time
Looked up and it was coming
Tried to grab what little was mine
But my eyes are open
Open all the way
I had my reasons
but the seasons changed
pocket full of pennies
I need a dollar for the train
If they don’t miss you
You’re not home
It’s not your home anyway
Little sister can I tell you
Just how perfect you are?
Little sister can I tell you
I can’t stand to see you starve
I’m never, never going back there
Sooner turn to stone
Won’t turn around here
No I won’t look back
I see what’s coming
Coming round the track
If they don’t miss you
when you’re not home
It’s not your home anyway