You say

Your heart wants things

But its really your brain

And you say

This lyric don’t mean nothing

It only rhymes with rain

And I long

For this song to heal

To be a beacon upon

Your sea of distress

Its too late for the truth to be beautiful

In a story about neglect

Chorus:

If you feel homesick

Even when you’re home

That means in a crowded room

You are totally alone

Can you find a way out of your head?

Will you ever finish your manifesto in red?

You say

Down in Queens

Parking lots are united nations

And you say

Policemen blow stop signs

As an expression of a collective frustration

But you’re wrong

To accept such a crooked deal

Even though you’re too proud

To confess

If you allow yourself to quit

Will the silence somehow hurt less?