you are not here not at home not comfortable but each day starts wake up next to me hair s never good the show never fills sing out to darkness leaving the ground losing an edge i fucked up the wheels and i still dream about it what will we do with our time after this parenting kids on traveller s cheques sleeping on planes married by friends taking my name with all of its dents there s a light at the edge berries to pick this thirst that i have may it never be quenched you are not here not at home not comfortable but each day starts