Testo Home Days

Woke up late again now the northerlies are in, blowing dogs off their leashes
I think I might stay in bed
It's the middle of July, and the waters still warm like the sun on my wall
Don't even know if it's the weekend

I've got nowhere left to be now

I've been getting high, I've been getting low That's me, knocking on your front door
"Hey mama", yeah your little boy's home
I've been taking time, keeping off the road
Lap it up because you know it don't last long
These days I know, the best days are home days

I ain't been doing much, but getting out my burrow
Getting tacos on Tuesdays
Only Tuesday's
I've been finding peace on the ocean floor
Something in the silence leaves me wanting more
More and more

Still got nowhere left to be now
I've been getting high, I've been getting low
That's me, knocking on your front door
"Hey mama", yeah your little boy's home
I've been taking time, keeping off the road
Lap it up because you know it don't last long
These days I know, the best days are home days

(The best days are home days)