Heatstroke

All my hope lies here
Six feet down with fear
I can't dig it up from underneath
Everyone gets something sometime
Flat feet and heatstroke
Hold me when I get home.

Oh-whoa, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Oh-whoa, I'm coming home
I'm coming home

It's been years just wondering
What I can leave and what I have to bring
'Cuz I'll hang my hat right now
And I'll proudly hold my head down

Oh-whoa, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Oh-whoa, I'm coming home
I'm coming home

Would I become transparent
If you held me up to the sun?
Could you watch me fill my lungs?
If you look a little closer
See the blood run through my veins
Like a map it shows the way

Oh-whoa, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Oh-whoa, I'm coming home
I'm coming home