I've gotten used to being gone
Silhouettes and unmade beds
And more and more when I'm alone
I think of you

I'm getting tired of going nowhere
But it's all I ever do
But I can turn this thing around
Guess I don't want to

I turn the key, open up the door
I set my suitcase down on the hardwood floor
And I call your name and I climb the stairs
Then I realize that you're not there

And I get homesick
I get homesick
I get homesick
For anywhere but home

I think I used to have the answers
Oh, but now I just don't know
Well, that question still hangs on
Why did I let you go?
Why did I let you go?

I turn the key, open up the door
I set my suitcase down on the hardwood floor
And I call your name and I climb the stairs
Then I realize that you're not there

And I get homesick
I get homesick
I get homesick
For anywhere but home

Oh, I keep wishing I'll lose my mind time and time again
There's a picture of it in my head of me and you up there

I get homesick
I get homesick
I get homesick
For anywhere but home
Anywhere but home

I get homesick
I get homesick (oh yes, I do)
I get homesick
For anywhere but
Anywhere but home
Oh, but anywhere but home
'Cause I miss you