It took ten years and one long line at the corner store
One horizon, two sunsets, and three gas stations
She's been counting, adding it all up
What is it called when an equation can't be solved?
What is it called when a thought can't be undone?
What is it called when a town quietly asks you to run?
It's not a simple thing to name a home
This girl is tired of looking, between two red lights
And right under her nose, a twin horizon, every day
Is it paradise, or
It's time to go, it's time to go
And for those ten years he tried to know her
Once running through yards, wind laughing at their backs
She was the wild thing that kept him from sinking
But in the wild no one trims their hedges
And this gets the plants to thinking, that
What is it called when a memory turns around?
What is it called when you're running and you hit the ground?
It's not a simple thing to name a home
Do we grow tired of looking, beyond a green light
It's the color you chose
Don't go back the journey's too long
Can you believe it? Can you believe it?
Now we're singing this song
You feel alone, alone, alone
But it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
Are we happy now? Are we happy now?
Might as well be, might as well be, as we go
It's not a simple thing to name a home
These walls grow tired of listening, the wind around here
It likes to blow home, a twin horizon, every day
Is it paradise?
She starts to go
She thinks she's going home