Nearly Home - Broken Records

And oh my dear

I had a good idea

Let’s lay these bones to rest

Build it all over and start again

'Cause I know

That if you dare to hope

That if you dare to try

To rebuild the pieces of your life

Then you’ll find

The things you held so dear

The things you held so close

Were never ever really yours

And what’s left

That vacuous empty shell

Is ready to be refilled

With all the love you should have had

And rip it up

Rip it all apart

This place that our parents built

We’ll let it all burn down to the ground

'Cause I’m tired

Of these suited lies

Of policies laid to break

And words that you’ll never ever shake

We are nearly home

And we’re nearly home

And we’re nearly home

And we’re nearly home

We are nearly home

And we’re nearly home

And we’re nearly home

And we’re nearly home

And oh my dear

I had a good idea

Let’s lay these bones to rest

Build it all over and start again