Lyrics

Coming home from a long hard tour
I turn the key in the lock
The door swings in and I hit the light
And I let the suitcase drop

I inhale the things that make up my life
The chairs and the books and the bad reviews
And though it?s good to be home again
I?m still looking around for clues

Sometimes when I?m feeling content and can almost relent
somehow clouds of doubt filter through

There was something more I could be,
there was something more I could do
there was something somewhere I kept on retreating to
there was something hiding inside
there was something I couldn?t know
there was something somewhere that made me have to go, have to go

I collapse on the couch and listen to
The city?s low overtones
And I marvel how I can feel so complete
yet so easily feel alone

who can say if the life I chose
was meant to be my fate
who can know if the bets one makes
will pay off before too late

sometimes when I?m playing just right and the band?s sounding tight
somehow clouds of doubt filter through