Pads for Pluto

Trust, waiting on the daylight
Said you drove the whole night, 
To make sure you where gone, won’t be coming home

It’s just that you’re whole life
You’ve been on the road
It’s just that the hole time
You were all alone 
Oh my, translates thru the whole night
Just so you can say 
I Won’t be coming home

Oh my god, I said too much 
Burnt these bridges, spilt my guts 
Oh my god, I said too much
But all I wanted, was enough to know

Home sweet home, my last breathe is all that’s left 
Home sweet home, my last breathe is all that’s left

And so we go, all that’s left is my last breathe 

Blues, rock, drum driven, electric guitar solos, slo-tempo, soulful duet, raspy and gritty