Go Home - Bec Sandridge

I’ve been down before, in the dirt

Holding on to ghosts and shirts

of those I thought, liked the light

Those who won’t give up the first fight

oOh I’ve been down, on bad knees

prayed to god for love and (cheese?)

My mum won’t take no time, for me.

Oooh oooh ooooh ooooh

She’s been down before,

wrinkled corners, home ain’t a home if you’re brushing (jokes?)

_____ black and white,

Brother’s got liquor stored up inside

His brother ain’t a brother since he ran away

Now he drinks in the garden most rainy days

with a heart full of fire, ice full of water

hands of (dusk, caught in it?)

His youngest daughters (spin?)

Oooh oooh oooh oooooh

His sisters missed, he comes come real late

He’s got the stain of (bread?) on the side of his face

Keeps forgetting her name

Keeps on calling her/dear jane

From the phone downstairs, ___

Oooh oooh oooh

(some more really nice harmonizing)

(and all it goes?)

And all your ghosts go, Oohhh oooh oooh oooh