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