Can't Wait

There's a pace here that I'm still not quite familiar with
There's a noise coming from the fridge and a mess that isn't mine
There's a broken chair that I've been sitting on lately
Feels high, feels so low sometimes

There's a beautiful porch with parts dropping from the ceiling
There's a man enjoying his loneliness, as I am sipping
And my body's still - but my open eyes are looking
I like it here - but sometimes I just feel like up and leaving

Can't wait
Can't wait to get home
Can't wait
Can't wait to get home

There are footsteps that are loud, they step on my sleeping
I feel flooded and I'm trying to breathe in
But as we drive it all just slides, nothing quite relieves my mind
Like knowing I am getting closer now

Can't wait
Can't wait to get home
Can't wait
Can't wait to get home

Take on my grind, I need to be here
It's mine - my dime, I can't cease to hold on to
For the most, I don't moan, but this all just hits me like a rock
Can't wait to get home

Can't wait
Can't wait to get home
Can't wait
Can't wait to get home