What We Call Home

 

You said we’d always be in touch

The air can’t stop our spirits 

And the ground can’t hold our limits

 

But I’m not sure about our luck

Reflections of our ghosts 

Screening the past like it’s a show

 

Oh is that what we saw

Standing in our own backyard

Pulled up the collars on our coats

Is this really what we call home?

 

Mighty high up on this plane

Rippled clouds haze my view

Wishing the ground gave better clues

 

Count the hours on the train

Fighting windmills while I stare

The chasm’s feeling pretty bare

 

Oh, is that what we saw

Standing in our own backyard

Pulled up the collars on our coats

Is this really what we call home?


 

One v. one

Two by two

Manhunt by the creek

Diamonds made of dirt 

Collect the sticks

Piled up the sand

We’ve all smiled at more than 

Money in hand

 

Oh, is that what we saw

Standing in our own backyard

Pulled up the collars on our coats

Is this really what we call home?

Tell Me

All those words
Floatin' round in my head
Can't keep 'em straight

Lost track
Of all the shit that I said
Too little, too late

Cross my heart
And hope to die
With a little bit of luck
I wont have to lie

If you tell me what I wanna hear
All night
Do me a favor my dear
Hold me tight

Sittin round
Can't stop thinking about
All that wasted time

Burning red
Making me wanna shout
Fuck walking the line

Cross my heart
And hope to die
With a little bit of luck
I wont have to lie

If you tell me what I wanna hear
All night
Do me a favor my dear
Hold me tight