The busses all stop running so I'm walking home
The tattoos on these arms tell me which way to go
I roll my eyes back into my head for a while
I've seen this all before so maybe this is why
I never cross the road unless the light is green
And I never knock on your door unless you're sleeping
Still, I don't know why you're holding me responsible
For the thumbtacks you keep finding in your cereal
So maybe when I'm older I will get some sleep
I'm moving from your bed to the back porch to read
The lines in my hands and the tags on my clothes
You'd think by now I'd have learned to just let it go
Dogs barking late at night, I'm moving real slow
They're chained up to the house, I lay down on the lawn
Their eyes are bloody red, I've seen that look before
I'll see it on you when I die, I'm sure
At night the sound of TVs fill the whole damn street
The soundtrack to a life that's so disappointing
And it follows me each and every step that I go
Like lightning, a car crash broadcast in stereo
Sometimes the distance between us, it seems lightest
Like you and me are speaking different languages
Still I know why you're convinced we're all alone
We're surrounded by parked cars and bolted doors
Dogs barking late at night, I'm moving real slow
They're chained up to the house, I lay down on the lawn
Their eyes are bloody red, I've seen that look before
In this short short short life, you're arms, they feel like home
And if this isn't love then nothing is at all
I'd stop the hands of time but there's no way at all
From our arms to our eyes, from our shoes to our toes
Under this star filled august sky, we walk home
We walk home