Lyricist : James Blake Litherland

Composer : James Blake Litherland

As I separate my cardboard

Set my tax aside to fund another war

My spirit wakes up asking

If we’re spending what we can’t afford

Would you come home

If you didn't recognise it?

Home’s tryna be America

They just don’t advertise it

I always said they’d love your mind

You just don’t vocalize it

We all get out of our minds

I just don’t glamorize it

But doesn’t it feel like the end?

Something’s coming for us

And maybe we’re not prepared

That this might only be day one

But doesn’t it feel like the end?

Something’s coming for us

I think we're not prepared

That this might only be day one

Thinking of ourselves, we are divided

But if you fly your flag they’ll weaponize it

Doesn't it feel like the end?

When we can't even agree on what was said

Would you come home?

If you didn’t recognize it?

Home’s tryna be America

They just don’t advertise it

But doesn’t it feel like the end?

Something’s coming for us

And maybe we’re not prepared

That this might only be day one

But doesn’t it feel like the end?

Something’s coming for us

I think we're not prepared

That this might only be day one