You're watching the Sunday night movie 
I'm looking at the gun-grey dawn way below me frozen 
quiet 
The line goes dead before I've had my fill of words of 
reassurance 
That my home is still my home, it's something to believe 
in 
Stay with me 
Ah won't you stay a bit longer and see 
It's all I need, across the sea 
To get on the phone and hear you say 
You'll stay with me 
I walk around Ludlow into a bar to not get drunk 
For one sympathetic glance and touch the back wall 
Straight back out the front 
On your side of the night cicadas are the sound of the 
earth creaking 
As it's slowing down to spin you into sleep in your home-
town 
Back home a little feeling of enterprise 
Make a little thread for you and I hope it shines 
That is not the wind 
This building it's flying through the darkness so I can 
be close to you