I hear them calling out to you
But it gets easier, not harder, when they do
I see it makes you happy, and I hate it to be true
But I know that I won't make it anywhere following you
Just say you'll be there
When I get home, man, we can do it again
I see your face in all my dreams
But I guess I never understood exactly what it means
I wake up feeling sorry, never know what for
Moping up the stairs and slowly walking out the door on my own
When I get home
What if I just do not let you in
Because I know that you won't stay
When I get home
Maybe I'd prefer to be alone
I know better than to say we can do it again
