Find Your Own Way Home

                                  Midnight, not everything is alright

Our hero waltzed in, falls down on the floor again

When he gets up, filling his cup

Too blind to even care

What to do if we're not there

He'll be alright



Find your own way

Find your own way home tonight

Naked at the end of tom's bed

Teardrop stains on his cheek but

He's got so much more to drink

And in the morning, he's never such a sure thing

Until the afternoon he finds another bag of goon

And its alright



Find your own way home tonight

No good that you're feeling low

Not gonna save your sight (help your flight)

Cross eyed, a little tongue-tied

Not not good enough to doubt



All the shit that's coming out

No defense until someone take offense

If he can get up off the floor

Get himself out of the door

He'll be alright