we ll leave at dusk with only that which we can carry whatever s left gets burned or buried for if by chance we return we ll leave a note to whom it may concern fuck you and your front lawn i d rather die with my hands tied than holding a gun there s no place like home for collecting burdens and conjuring ghosts that don t know they re dead soon there s gonna be a fight and we ll all have to choose sides like kids on the playground but everyone s hungry there s no place like home for collecting burdens and conjuring ghosts that don t know they re dead he insists he s just sick and i don t have the heart to tell him any different its the way it s been and the way it will be until we leave we don t need a mirror we don t need those pictures on the wall we don t need to see ourselves as we are now to remember where we came from we ll leave at dusk with only that which we can carry i ll get the dog you get the baby and pray that there s a god to light our way