Home alone writing elegies for those he'll never know Just a kid in his room, no one hears him howling at the moon
The drunk in his bar, spinning fairytales that never get him far He thought, he's fled, of her taken off her dress for someone else So he'll put it down to fate or bad luck But everyone they know is fallin' out of touch And you heard this all before when I'm gone Far enough to not string you along
You went to bed with someone to empty your head You had to get out You couldn't stand the noise in that goddamn house Was home alone, writing elegies for those I'll never know But I kissed you on the floor, dancing to the song from '84
And I'll put that down to fate or goodluck Everyone they know is fallin' out of touch You've heard this all before when I'm gone Far enough to not string you alongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
