There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack

If you know what the meaning is If you know what the answer is And you'd better get, and you'd better get light in your head, And you'd better get, and you'd better get peace in your bed Just look at the comfort that you call your home, Just kidding

Yeah that's my dawg Me and my dawg We gave 'em two in a row I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast, I'm comin' home to get you Yeah that's my dawg for sure I'mma put her in a full nelson Deja keep on callin' She say she ready to pull up As soon as I get there,

I’m so wrong, I’m so wrong (To let you in my) To let you in my home Now you know where I sleep (Never felt so damn weak) (Now you know where I sleep) (Girl, if your man call your phone again) This house is not a home to you But you decide to go ahead and

For you I'll always wait I, I love that girl She is the days I can't get over She is the nights that I call home endlessly Caught in the waves of hesitation Lost in the sea of my own doubt endlessly She is my rock and my rolling thunder I've been the

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been spending my money on other women You've been taking money from someone else I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come back home baby, try my love one more time Well your mother

I'm going M.I.A. Tonight I'm leaving Going M.I.A. Yeah, you won't find me Getting lost in you again Is better than being numb Call and I'll answer At home in the lost and found You say that I'm much too proud

We live, we love, we lie Hello, hello Is this a place that I call home To find what I've become Walk along the path unknown Deep in the dark I don't need the light There's a ghost inside me It all belongs to the other side (We live, we love, we lie)

From the satellite mind Lost where I forgot to hold it Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare out at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sick sense of calling I heard you fuck through the wall

We aim for balance standing on cannonballs We slam on clay and dig deep, and labyrinth trenches around craters we call home Rage, I will put this all back inside of me Ghosts of my past lift me up, carry me through blinding night Ever-flowing white