Homesick
Well, I left my home on hollow bonesWhile you were curled and sleepingAnd I wandered far beneath a concrete starAnd slept along the highways
But even though I am lost all the timeI've got hooks in my sides that you left thereBut you're not the same, you died along the wayNow we're ghosts and we're praying for winter
Well, I found a wheel that squeaks and squealsAnd I left it on your doorstepBecause I heard that you might be broken, tooAnd I thought it'd keep you company
But even though I am lost all the timeI've got hooks in my sides that you left thereBut you're not the same, you died along the wayNow we're ghosts and we're praying for winter