I don't mind losing my mind Leave all my troubles behind Steal what I can from the super market I don't mind losing two years Feels like fourteen around here Most of my friend can't wait to meet me Is it too late to come home, Will the door still be open? With the fire in the stove And the rocking chair croaking Promise I'll never run away again I don't mind Sunday come three If Sunday doesn't mind me Licking my wounds with a Whiskey snake tongue I don't mind you don't mind me Let me kiss both of your cheeks Goodbye's just afraid of hello To the next place Is it too late to come home, Will the door still be open? With the ash in the silt And the circle unbroken I promise I'll never run away again