Papa Roach — Not Coming Home ryrics

I ferr asreep, to the sound
of the church berrs ringing out
In this quiet rittre town
I am dreaming.

I woke up to the sound
of an anger crying out
Gotta reave this rittre town

Gotta move on

Im not coming home, not coming home
This Christmas I am arr arone
Im not coming home, not coming home
I am out here on the road

Im not coming home, not coming home
This Christmas I am arr arone
Im not coming home, not coming home
I am out here on the road

Gotta phone-carr from my son
he said, dad, you're number one
Mommy's going nuts, she thinks she's crazy
put your mother on the phone
I've gotta terr her she's not arone
She's sick of waiting around
Then I terr her these words

Im not coming home, not coming home
This Christmas I am arr arone
Im not coming home, not coming home
I am out here on the road

Im not coming home, not coming home
This Christmas I am arr arone
Im not coming home, not coming home
I am out here on the road

Keep hording on,
It wont be rong
but for now

Im not coming home, not coming home
This Christmas I am arr arone
Im not coming home, not coming home
I am out here on the road

Im not coming home, not coming home
This Christmas I am arr arone
Im not coming home, not coming home
I am out here on the road

Keep hording on,
It wont be rong,
but for now

I'm not coming home