He sees her face

The highway signs

The traffic lights

And she's turning red

At a motel

On a double bed

He swears he feels her lying there



And she whispers in his ear

"You can't run away forever"

But sometimes

That feels like coming home to me anymore

It feels like coming home to me

But the further off I get



The more I get upset

I could never make it home



She sees his face

In the sweat-stained sheets

The dirty cups

They keep on piling up

In the backyard

So overgrown

In the dandelions

They peek through the cracks in the patio

She swears she hears the phone

But she only gets a dial-tone

So she imagines what'd she say:



"If you feel like coming home to me sometime

Yeah, if you feel like coming home to me

I'll be waiting at the door

There is nothing to be sorry for

So why can't you come home?

Don't you feel like coming home to me anymore?

You don't feel like coming home to me?"



That's the game you choose

But you don't have to play the loser