This boy next door sometimes goes to war with the voices in his head Telling him he’s not good enough so very carefully he does tread With a guitar in hand His good times planned He tiptoed a quiet dread This boy next door his eyes tell a different story To the one he portrays to all his mates When he’s tiptoeing the edge of glory Because glory days Are spent in a haze In these smoke filled rooms A pipe or two will get you through And make sure you bring the booze Boy where are you going to What chords will you play tonight? Boy where you going home to later on After you play with all your might? cos the strings are broken why can’t you see? You’re playing all the wrong Melodie’s But the crowd sing along as he follows a voice Saying just come home with me This boy next door he’s barely home Cos he tries to fill the space Come on bro pick up the phone And the feelings he tries to chase The music is all out of time But he tells the world that he’s just fine In fact he feels fucking alive When he’s just tryin to survive So Another day he plays along To others tunes but his own song Never quite gets finished Cos the verse is just too long Boy where are you going to What chords will you play tonight? Boy where you going home to later on After you play with all your might? cos the strings are broken why can’t you see? You’re playing all the wrong Melodie’s But the crowd sing along as he follows a voice Saying just come home with me When dreams turn to dust The strings turn to rust And your fingers won’t play the broken parts In worlds you don’t belong and don’t know where to start Who do you become when you need to run from what started out as a little fun Trapped in a place Trying to brace Yourself for another fist round the face You can’t undo what’s been done Come home to me son hear my voice Come home with me son you have a choice Take my hand let’s find your way Let’s fix these broken strings, finish your song and play. Boy where are you going to What chords will you play tonight? Boy where you going home to later on After you play with all your might? cos the strings are broken why can’t you see? You’re playing all the wrong Melodie’s But the crowd sing along as he follows a voice Saying son come home with me