Sometimes I can't tell if you're coming or going
Till the fluorescent lights find the nape of your neck
Curled up in the shade of that bridge in El Paso
Run my hand through the sand and find a warm silver key

And you think about dogs back home holding roses
And a bed, and the brain that won't let you alone
Watch your chest rise and fall, tiny sobs by the highway
Where the days stretch out empty and the nights get so cold

Last summer I tried just to black out the pain
While the sunlight pulled chemical knives through my brain
I took the 73 to your slum up in Maplе
Held the hand of a stranger just to givе it away

Pull my knees to my chest, push my face to the floor
Throw the weight of your body at my bedroom door
I climb out of the window and stumble into the street
And just bury myself in the people I meet

Open mouths interlaced, who I am starts to blur
Fall asleep with our mutual destructions assured
A fist full of shrooms, drive my car up the coast
Don't know how long I've been gone but baby I'm coming home