It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh,

But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones

Well your moving I feel just like a kite But one without a string One that is floating around I don't know what tomorrow with bring I feel just like a bird But one without a home One that is floating Full of endless oceans empty horizons no rest in sight

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

It wont be like this for long One day soon we'll look back laughin' At the week we brought her home This phase is gonna fly by So baby just hold on It won't be like this for long He didn't have to wake up He'd been up all night Laying there in bed

I'm so damn lonely Sloe gin, sloe gin Tryin' to wash away the pain inside Well, I'm sick and I'm all done in And ain't even high I hate to go home alone But what else is new And I'm standin' in the rain And I feel like I'm gonna cry

Better go home, girl Well, me and Frank we're the best of friends And our friendship will never end But it would hurt him so for him to know That I'm in love with his girlfriend Now, the love of a girl and the love of a friend Are two things you can't

Sometimes I feel like a star, sometimes I feel like a (I'm rollin') Saying that we'll run away I hope the sunset will stay We've traveled too far from home I'm rollin' But your phone doesn't ring and you're gone all the time Well I guess you're somewhere

'Cause since I've come on home, Well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Won't you come on over Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over Valerie? Well sometimes I go out by myself

Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things