These lazy days you waste with me The flags and bottles in the trees The price we pay for staying free The colour of a life No surprise to see you go The ties we tried, the cards we showed If anyone I oughta know Been on the leaving side So I won't try to change your heart And I won't change your mind I'm flying back home Still caught up in your sideshow love The spirit of the not enough You hooked me on the harder stuff Got stuck inside your sheets Our high designs before the fall Our costumes for the wrecking ball We know the words before we call Before the day we meet But I won't try to fake your ways And I won't waste your time I'm just trying Trying Trying to know ya A quiet stretch of highway dark With rows of seats and passing cars And now all the old familiar bars The circles and the lies And you there in your shantytown Still dancing clear on slipping ground The perfect sight, the perfect sound No place for other ties And I won't try to change my heart But I won't change my mind I'm flying Flying Flying - back home