Well I sailed to New England
Washed defeated on her shores
Wishing that she told me
That she locked all her doors
So I lied my way to Boston
Insolence plagued my plight
Sinking storms I invited
Brought the cold dark water's bite
Well I'm weaker than London wine
Giving in is just a matter of time
But when the tide, it rises to swallow her too
That's when I come running to you
Soft secrets are her language
She's speaking in tongues
Sinking great expectations
Shake the breath from my lungs
Divorce truth from fiction
Treading water ain't trading lies
Lord I am drowning
For being a catcher in the rye
Well I'm weaker than London wine
Giving in is just a matter of time
But when the tide, it rises to swallow her too
That's when I come running to you
So should I pray for a shark to drag me down?
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
So should i pray for a ship to pass me by?
I just want to go home
I just want to go home

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