I'm not at
home
I have no
instruments, no instruments
I'm using
yours
I'm
throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor
and when I'm
home, I'm not at home
and when I'm
home, I'm not at home
I'm having
thoughts of driving in a storm
I was in a
storm
I'm not in
love
I'd like to
say I never was, never was
it wasn't
real, now I can say it wasn't real
and when I'm
home, I'm not at home
and when I'm
home, I'm not at home
I'm
crossing fingers I won't run into
run
into you