Welcome To Condale

Drive past his slowmo lines of leafy suburban streets

The mayor drinks too much and smiles at everyone he meets
It's a great place to raise kids but they never will grow up
Families build houses on the graves of those they've loved

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home
I'm coming home

The crew gets meat at midnight but they never can go far

They hold each other too close and lie about who they are

Rows of perfect houses but the mothers still want more

They chain smoke in the bedroom and there's fights behind the door

Those who move away are left with ache deep inside

It's always Sunday sunset and it reeks of smalltown pride

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
But you never went away

You never went away

But you never went away

And this garden's laid out like the skirts of a homecoming Queen

Timeless and tormented like a half-remembered dream

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

But you never went away

You never went away

But you never went away