Home

More or less the final draft:

Home

You hang up the phone, with a girlfriend boyfriend, mother father or son,
You think he's just a tool, or she's a harpy, and imagine fighting with a gun,
You were fighting over money, sex, distance and time, cuz the things you don't have they've got a ton,
So you wanna have some fun, and you think I'll just have one, and you realize that the fun, has just begun, then before you know it it's overdone, and your stomach feels like it's carrying a ton, so you lean on the john, then you go for a run, and your lungs feel a stun, and your head feels spun, and you think to yourself,
I miss home. I really miss home.

You move to the city, and you're full of ideals, and you think this'll be my day,
You wanna make a difference, and you know the world'll hear, all the things you have to say,
You've got a great idea, but they just don't see it, and they wish that you would just go away,
So you say that you'll obey, and pretend that it's okay, cuz to them you're just a lump of clay, and you know that to your boss it's all just play, so behind his back you jump into the fray, and your boss's boss gives him a spay, and the whole office tells you that there's hell to pay, and your boss tells you that you can't stay, so you quietly pack up and think nothing but Yay, cuz your friend has a job for you the very next day, but then she tells you that there's no pay, so you secretly pray, and you consider eating hay, and on your friend's couch you lay, till the month of may, and you think to yourself,
I miss home. I really miss home.

You're moving to the capital, your backs are packed, and they tell you how much you grew,
You take a look outside, you stand at the window, and you see it from a different point of view,
They give you a hug, and they think it's great, that you're doing all the things that they didn't do,
Then you get to a place where it's all new, and you find yourself a whole new crew, your personality changes to a different hue, and you find that guys (girls) are giving you a cue, and your're living alone so you're feeling blue, so you go to a club with the intention to woo, and the cute guy (girl) next door is in the queue, and he shares your taste for Mountain Dew, so in the bathroom you work up your nerve with brew, then you force yourself to stick to him (her) like glue, but (s)he worries being seen with you is strictly taboo, so she (you) get(s) really worried that you'll (he'll) take her (you) for a shrew, so you find the desperate drunk to go home with in lieu, and the next day you discover that you have the flu, and the doctor gives you a pill to chew, but you go home and you feel like poo, and hope that the drunk will get his (her) due, and the whole experience is something you rue, and you think to yourself:
I miss home. I really miss home.

You come back home, and they're excited to see you, and your happy to be with your kin,
You give them a hug, and they give you a kiss, and they tell you that you look really thin,
Then your grandmother calls, they disappear for a minute, and look sallow when they come back in,
And much to your chagrin, they ask where you've been, and warn beware of sin, and you ask why do they begin, they say you should have thicker skin, cuz you should be more like your twin, so you reach for the gin, and grow an idiot grin, and take a car for a spin, so you take it on the chin, and get a bruise on your shin, and you've wrecked the tail fin, cuz you ran into a bin, and you think to yourself:
Where is home?