Living in a room full of boxes

Filled with the remnants of my life

Try so hard to unpack them

Even though I know it's never gonna feel like home

 

My friends are out in the bars drinking

And here I am with my guitar

Some of my lovers live in the mountains

And others live on other stars

 

Staring at the ceiling for an hour

Thinking about the lovers that I'll never call my own

At nighttime I dream of flying

From place to place from mountain to sea

 

Back home in bed is where I'm lying

With no lover's arms to comfort poor me

 

Yesterday they tore down the homestead

The house let out a cry when the wrecking ball fell

Shrugged it off like it didn't matter

But I wanna send all of them bankers straight to hell