stuck between the urban skyline and the country scene it s the high life that i ve come to know trying to bridge the distance soon is bound to show so i m waiting at the station once again do the rings around my eyes scream that my patience wanes trouble at home again the only way i can deal with this is to just not say what i m really thinking ohh doesn t feel like home you can t explain why the distance is the final nail sounds like something that i ve heard before indecision s all i get from you and i ll get more and anyway i m leaving in the morning i ll catch a train into the city i don t need the pain or the pity because now i m sure there s something better in the flat next door and things are looking up wohh it feels like home2