Won’t you ever follow me home
Can’t you see I’m living alone
And lonely times they aren’t hard for me to find

Won’t you ever pick up the beat
My hand clapping track is lagging underneath
Gold intentions that I speak
Hot month mania knocks knees
Circle up on concrete
Sing our sins
I’m still
The cloud that rolls in
Fog that hides the mountain
Don’t belong by a fire at the ocean

It’s a drag seeing you with her
And I’m sad not getting what I deserve first
I hear that it’s for good
But I’d change it if I could