You had your bed made
And all these precious memories
You had to run away
You're looking for that bigger stage

For all those, all those blinding lights
There's something, something I won't find

I'm going back home
To the place where I belong
There's nothing like it
No, nothing like it
Take me back home
Where the blood runs through my soul
I can't describe it
There's nothing like it

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

You've done that vagabond
You swam across the devils pond
Left the comfort of your family, ah
To live out all your fantasies

But for all those, all those stars that shine
It's a different, different kind of light

I'm going back home
To the place where I belong
There's nothing like it
No, nothing like it
No, nothing like it
Nothing like it
Take me back home
Where the blood runs through my soul
I can't describe it
Can't describe it
There's nothing like it
Nothing like it

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I'm going back home
To the place where I belong
There's nothing like it
Nothing like it
Take me back home
Where the blood runs through my soul
I can't describe it
There's nothing like it

Take me back home
To the place where I belong
There's nothing like it
No, nothing like it
Take me back home
Where the blood runs through my soul
I can't describe it
There's nothing like it
Take me back home
To the place where I belong
There's nothing like it
There's nothing like it
No, nothing like it
Take me back home
Where the blood runs through my soul
I can't describe it
Can't describe it
There's nothing like it
Nothing like it

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

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Writer(s): Christoph Reiner Andersson, Elizabeth Getz, Morgan Isaac Karr, Ryan Marrone