There's a hole that grows inside of me now
like a tire that burst along this road
it's my soul deflating all of my
expectations, i got a flat
i think it's time to go home
out of fuel, my energy depleted
all my joy is spent and now i'm dry
it's a while before i get to the
refueling station, i'm outta gas
i think it's time to go home
well it seems like people know my name now
and they claim that i'm a local hero
all i did was take my bus and drove
my vehicle's worn out, like my soul
at least i got my way home