What's the point of being true? Seems no matter what you do Trouble catches up with you I'm never comin' home. I'm going to travel far and wide And I'll forget the tears we cried Back when when you were by my side I'm never comin' home. When people ask me why I have to roam I say that 90% of all accidents occur in the home. I see the world and sing my song Take whatever comes along 'Til you decide to prove me wrong I'm never comin' home I'm never comin' home When strangers ask me why I have to go I say the greatest dangers come from people that we know I see the world and sing my song Take whatever comes along 'Til you decide to prove me wrong I'm never comin' home. 'Cause what's the point of being true? Seems no matter what you do Your heart, it catches up with you I'm never comin' home I'm never comin' home I'm never comin' home