headlights are looking at me kinda strange
and the lungs down deep feel like pocket change
somehow everything isn’t quite right
think I’ll stay home tonight

this love is a thundering hollow train
so we take turns setting it right again
but tonight the moon and stars are just
a long blue tunnel of sparks

the wind is running down a fence out here
and I need to think about going home
but tornadoes there howl black and deep
and everyone’s on their own

my younger days are gone away
those stories of smoke and beer and fun
some weekends they’ll come back to mind
all long hair, music, jokes

so where does is it sit now, home tonight?
this part of the universe, halfway light
the lungs don’t hurt so bad any more
still things are not quite right

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