All through the South, I had trouble at crossing the street
Cut out the cradle, still rocking, but aimless and endlessly missing the beat
And I can't shake this cold, as boredom turns into sleep
And who you gonna hold to all the promises you don't keep?

And yes, I'm sure we'd all agree that they're all very nice
But on the plane to New York, well, it made me think more than twice
And brother, they still won't listen, so you got to choose your side
And all your talk is just so much pissing, if you're just along for the ride

So don't you mess me around because I'm coming on strong
I'm going back underground. C'mon, we been up here too long
Sister, it's cold outside, so come on in where it's warm
And it feels like home
And it feels like home
And we're home