Script - That's My Home

See I’m the type of guy...

Made some mistakes in my life
And when I think about them
My soul don’t feel good
Had to sacrifice all the thing I loved
To look around and have no one there
Can’t sit till for a minute
Had to travel the world
Had to see what’s in it
Calling myself an artist
When all I can do is draw the welfare

See I’m the type of guy
Who’s drifted most of his life
Wish I could stray but hard as I try
I keep running
But I don’t know why
I say I’m in love but then leave you behind
I can’t take to see pain in your eyes
But we still have to say our goodbyes
(Say our goodbyes, say our goodbyes)

See I’m the type of guy
Who is always on te road
Wherever I lay my head
That’s my home

You sit at home by yourself
Your heart on the shelf just waiting for me to
Realise that I love you more
And you count down the days
Till I walk trough that door
Lay my head down next to your heart
Lie to you say we won’t be apart
You can hear what you wan’t but I’m saying this
Love you or leave you it ain’t working See I’m the type of guy
Who’s always mixing up dates
Swearing I’ll be home a week or two late
Then feel bad about it every day
I can’t take it to tell you the truth
This is not between music or you
This is something I just have to do
(I have to do) whoa whoa oh yeah

See I’m the type of guy
Who is always on te road
Wherever I lay my head
That’s my home

See I’m the type of guy
Who’s always mixing up dates
Swearing I’ll be home a week or two late
Then feel bad about it every day
I can’t take it to tell you the truth
This is not between music or you
This is something I just have to do
(I have to do) ohhh

See I’m the type of guy
Who is always on te road
Wherever I lay my head
That’s my home

See I’m the type of guy...
See I’m the type of guy...
See I’m the type of guy...