The Decemberists
Stateside
(Intro)
You called, I was drowning weary after the bar
And the line couldn't hold you enough
You talked, I could hear you quiet between thoughts
And the time dragged divided aside
Will you call when you touch down?
When you come back around
Stateside
When you're stateside?
And now, here the growing call of the sun coming up
And I know I will never belong
Will you call when you touch down?
When you come back around
Stateside
When you're stateside?
When you're stateside
(Outro)