Lyrics Heart Throbs and Apple Seeds - The Bird , The Bee

All the cars are heading home
Lightning up the night as they go and alone
Can't wait to get there to rest my bones

Home, sweet home

Oh, my heart is banging around like a tennis ball
Makes the beating sounds
There's nothing there that could get me down

(Nothing can bring me down)

All the cars are heading home
Lightning up the night as they go and alone
Can't wait to get there to rest my bones

Home, sweet home

Oh, my words are flying around
I'll make those senses to make a sound
They could get me down

(Nothing can bring me down)