The world's as small as a mobile phone We're all connected, we're all alone Life looks great in those ads for cars But I feel like Sam in Life On Mars Your ringing the office it's 5:33 Your working late on your boss's CV but you'd rather be in the poets society and piss off early tomorrow's saturday I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna go home I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna go home I wanna go home You're at a party and he's boxed you in He's charming, disarming well according to him And you're smiling like a stroke victim A voice in your head is whispering: When reality bites and when the weather's shite or when some guy at a barbeque is telling you how to run your life Or when your team mates quit, to when your face don't fit in some pointless bar, in some jerk offs car When you'd rather be anywhere than where you are You wanna find yourself Don't go O/S Look somewhere a whole lot more obvious Home Home Home Home Home Home I wanna go home I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna go home I wanna go home Home Home Home Home Home Home I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna go home I wanna go home Home is a place or a time or a state of mind We leave all the lies and games behind You become what you hate just to survive Developers move in and subdivide You can keep yours right there