[music: Michael S. Krumins, lyrics Stein R. Sordal]
A choice were made and it came clear to me
The quiet offspring fucked it up again
So I was brought up on the sunny side
Got into fake from day one
But I knew better then the rest of them
Don’t count the hours, don’t count the days
I don’t look back in any ways
Never cared for who or what or when or why
Home is where I rest my head
Never cared for who or what or when or why
I carry on when all is said
You said I should have learned by now
A father’s son so disobedient
Such a burden I have been for thy
Nothing good enough
I packed my bags and now you wonder why
Don’t count the hours, don’t count the days
I don’t look back in any ways
Never cared for who or what or when or why
Home is where I rest my head
Never cared for who or what or when or why
I carry on when all is said
Never cared for who or what or when or why
Never cared for who or what or when or why
Never cared for who or what or when or why