he sees her face the highway signs the traffic lights and she s turning red at a motel on a double bed he swears he feels her lying there and she whispers in his ear you can t run away forever but sometimes that feels like coming home to me anymore it feels like coming home to me but the further off i get the more i get upset i could never make it home she sees his face in the sweat stained sheets the dirty cups they keep on piling up in the backyard so overgrown in the dandelions they peek through the cracks in the patio she swears she hears the phone but she only gets a dial tone so she imagines what d she say if you feel like coming home to me sometime if you feel like coming home to me anytime yeah if you feel like coming home to me i ll be waiting at the door there is nothing to be sorry for so why can t you come home don t you feel like coming home to me anymore cus you don t feel like coming home to me anymore you don t feel like coming home to me that s the game you choose but you don t have to play the loser