Running with the streetlights,
Laughing in the grave
He swears he's gonna give it up, it's never gonna be enough
I just wanna be there when you're all alone, thinkin' 'bout a better day,
When you had it in your bones

This could be the end
This could be the end
This could be the end
This could be the end

I see you in the evening, sitting on your throne.
Prayin' with a fireball, and posted up against the wall
I just wanna hold you, take you by your hands and tell you that you're good enough,
And tell you that it's gonna be tough

This could be the end
This could be the end
This could be the end
This could be the end
'Cause I ain't got a home

Runnin' from the streetlights
Shinin' on a grave
Once you had the good stuff, never gonna fill you up
I wanna be the one who gives them all the world
And gives em all the feelin' of it, just a little taste of it

This could be the end
This could be the end
This could be the end
This could be the end
'Cause I ain't got a home
I'll forever roam, no I ain't got a home
Out there all alone
I ain't got a home
I'll forever roam
No I ain't got a home
I'll forever roam
I ain't got a home

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): ANTHONY CALEB FOLLOWILL, IVAN NATHAN FOLLOWILL, JARED FOLLOWILL, MATTHEW FOLLOWILL