Lyrics

When all said and done and you know, the truth and the heart of it is
All the roadtrips even Paris, were so much better with them for the ride
Can't pick who you fall in love with, can't pick who your family is
All you know's you got your friends at home.

Turn around, make a sound, take it all out
I wanna go home, I wanna go home.
Break it off, quit a job, take it all down
and hold on to plutonic saints.

And I wait for you to phone me
Get me out of bed sloth mood tonight
And we talk about our miseries
And we laugh out loud and make it a joke tonight.

Caught in the wake of the world, with soe many things going on
The best laid plans of mice and men, often wake you in the dark
Bedroom is cold. The notes read sadly. Or the house is just falling apart
And you wonder how you stay alive, with so many strings pulling you down.

Turn around, take a bow, let it all out
I wanna come home, I wanna come home
Turn around, make it loud, make it all count
and here's to our unconscious ways.

How long have they known me?
I think they know me better than I know myself.
And they're predicting everything.
And they sit me down down and laugh and say, "what you gonna do when you realize it's not your fault?"