Post Tour Depression

Everything drifts away out there on the road Trouble's around but I'll sort it out when I get back home Two years off and three weeks on Our window's smashed, we just got robbed Late nights, dumb fights, and every chance I've blown Drowned in debt and overdrawn I lost my partner, lost my job It all meant nothing It all means nothing Everything drifts away out there on the road Trouble's around but I'll sort it out when I get back home Everything sinks away I feel so alone Trouble's around but I'll sort it out when I get back home