Sleepless In Seattle
I couldn't find a better name for this
If idle hands make Devil's work, maybe we should build a church
Just so we can burn it down
'Cause every bar in this city reminds me of somebody now
If I get drunk at Twelfth and Union, whose street will I go wandering down?
So I don't want to go home
I don't want to go home
Bryan's on a bar stool talking to his tall can again
All that acid in the nineties
He said it made a man out of him
All his LA friends got married
A wife, a house, a couple kids
And he's just trying to keep the dream alive
And if it dies then he and I just might die right along with it
So I don't want to go home
I don't want to go home
Where it's just half-finished skyscrapers begging the question
"Does anyone care anymore?"
This city was built on the back of a spirit that I can't feel anymore
Maybe there's a new anger or a new seed
For some younger farmer to sow
Right now it feels like last call on New Years Eve
And the bartender's telling me to go
But I don't want to go home
I don't want to go home
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