Home In my old bed With the new sheets I suppose I could have known That my new life Would bleed out onto these old streets Where the trees hang to the ground And there's never any sound After nine And my dad watches the news On a couch that's worn and used And he laughs at the wrong times Oh, the wrong times
She's letting go In a cold snow On a windy day And we line the streets below And despite my coat
I feel like I could blow away I am swallowing the air That only tastes this way out here In this town And all that I can do Is just stay in her view So she knows that I'm around I'm around
I get back home And this new place has an old feel Out on the porch I'm still alone But if I look, then they're real All around me they appear Coming on a night so clear, falling down They're the ghosts of me and you Open up and let them through 'Cause they'll always be around. I'm around.
