Lost at Home
ALAIN GORDON WHYTE, JOSHUA RADIN
You're tryin' to figure out
How to sleep at night.
And this city is casting doubt
Which one of me is right?
Who are you, when you're home?
Without a suitcase, nowhere to roam.
If you speak, do they hear?
And if you laugh, do they draw near?
And if you cry, does it show
When you're lost at home.
The bed's too still,
Where you lay your head.
You open up your eyes
As the sun begins to set.
Who are you, when you're home?
Without a suitcase, nowhere to roam.
If you speak, do they hear?
And if you laugh, do they draw near?
And if you cry, does it show
When you're lost at home.