I Hope You Find Your Way Home - The Smith Street Band

This one’s for you

Even though i dont quite want it to be

And i hope you find your way home

Yeah i hope you find your way back to me

I thought i lost years ago

Then i found you somewhere on the open road

I hope you find your way home

Maybe i can hope you carry its load

But i need to learn to breathe underwater

Because this ship is sinking

Everything looks better from the filthy passenger seat window of your mother’s

old car

I hope you find your way home

I hope it’s far from where you are

Because i’ve been learning to drive stick

Drink driving through Brunswick

With a girl who’s got a kiss like a god damn fist

I hope you find your way home

I hope that it’s nothing like here

I need to learn to breathe underwater

Because this ship is sinking

It’s sinking

It’s going down

Sometimes making love is just two people being bored and ugly

I hope you find your way home

There’s room to be ugly for me

If i took you in a field of roses darling

I want it rough and with teeth

I hope you find your way home

I hope you never become nice or sweet