God, I hope I'm not drunk at the end of the world
I hope I'm asleep in my bed
And I'm sure that the medicine's hiding the hurt
I'm not sure it's healing my head
The weed is gone
The bottle's dry
The girl is back at home
When the lights go down
I wanna know
Where do the strong ones go?
Picked up a couple new vices
Lost a few friends and paid a few prices
I'm having trouble deciding
If wearing the crown is worth the arthritis
I'm too young to feel this old
The weed is gone
The bottle's dry
The girl is back at home
When the lights go down
I wanna know
Where do the strong ones go?
Home
Go home
Just pack your bags
No looking back
Go home
Home
Go home
No use in trying
If you don't survive
Go home
You've learned your lesson
Chasing the highs
Go home
The weed is gone
The bottle's dry
Your friends don't even know
That you've been holding on with broken bones
Where do the strong ones go?
The weed is gone
The bottle's dry
The girl is back at home
When the lights go down
I wanna know
Where do the strong ones go?
