Time to Go Home - Lucero

I’ve been whittled down to nothing

Hanging by a wire

Too broke to mend, can’t seem to win

From the pan to the fucking fire

Carry me home

Carry me home

We both know I can’t make it on my own

Carry me home

It’s time to go home

And I’m a little short on money

Don’t you worry 'bout that

I can tip the bartenders tonight

Come back tomorrow and pay my tab

Carry me home

Carry me home

We both know I can’t make it on my own

Carry me home

It’s time to go home

Every bar I went to

Before I reached the door

Before I even met you

It was you I was looking for

Carry me home

It’s time to go home

I’ve been whittled down to nothing

Hanging by a wire

Too broke to mend, can’t seem to win

From the pan to the fucking fire

Carry me home

Carry me home

We both know I can’t make it on my own

Carry me home

It’s time to go home