the boxmasters
the last place they would look
Stealing cars and doing dope Not necessarily in that order Has been my life since we last spoke Before I headed south of the border When we fell apart I fell apart I'm not sue I know myself these days I'm outlawed now there's no fresh start This running games my live not just a phase So I was thinking the other day Maybe you could let me off the hook And from what you told the law before I'm sure home is the last place they would look Let me come home, old friend, let me come home Let me come home, old friend, let me come home Since you're the one who helped them throw down the book I'm sure your bed is the last place they would look I carried you you carried me We never felt the burden that was our way Back before my jealousy got heavy And you left me where I lay I know I killed your soul And it must sound like I'm asking for the sky I'm desperate for the truth be told My head's that high my fear's about that wide And I was thinking about some way To buy a little time for this old crook And from what you told the law before I'm sure home is the last place they would look