Walking Home

Walking Home (走回家) - Palma Violets

Written by：Samuel Fryer/Peter Mayhew/William Doyle/Alexander 'Chilli' Jesson

There's nothing for me anymore

I'm walking home

My baby's got a new man

I'm walking home

I don't want to drink or score

I'm walking home

I don't even like it here man

I'm walking home

And when the nights come in

And they're all running red to green

And all the days come out

And all the night turn red to green

Oh no it's Lisa please tell her I love her

You better believe it

I know I had too much to drink

They're walking me home

They beat me up until I'm blue and pink

And I'm crawling home

I just don't know how much I can take

They just squeeze it all

And I just want Lauretta's hand taking me home

When the nights go in

And all the red turns from red to green

And all the nights come out

And they'll running dry in and out

And I feel it come down oh so far

And you don't know how much it takes out

Better believe it believe in yourself

Better believe it believe in yourself

He's walking home

He's walking home