HOME

Saw a pay phone in the lobby.
Eighteen numbers in my head.
Make imaginary phone calls, though I know the line is dead.
I am gone and you are fading.
Who got the raw deal?

Met a lady in the lobby.
At first, I thought that she was cool.
Then, she started quoting Faulkner*.
So, I cut off her head and I threw it in the swimming pool.
She is dead and I am crazy.
Who go the raw deal?
I wanna go home.
I ain’t got nowhere to go.
I ain’t got nowhere to go.
I ain’t got nowhere.
Why don’t we build a house and pretend like we are in love.

There was an asshole in the front row.
“Play me something, something I know!”
I heard a rack tom.
I heard a crash.
Then, the drummer came down and kicked his ass.
Asshole’s gone and everybody’s happy.
I guess, life is good, but I wanna go home.
I ain’t got nowhere to go.
I aint’ got nowhere to go.
I ain’t got nowhere.
Why don’t we build a house and pretend like we are in love.

I lived with a model.
Lived with a junkie.
I lived with a washed-up movie star.
I lived in a mansion.
Lived in a Cutlass.
Wherever you’re at is where you are.
Now, I am gone and you are fading.
Who got the raw deal?
I wanna go home.

* “Memory believes before knowing remembers”