Come Home

Under the covers, I make a tent It's my world that I invent Without you near me, no adventure I want you to be home Under the table, nobody's there Under the ceiling, under the stairs A funny feeling, my head is sleeping I want you to be home In the morning I'm waiting for you To come back home Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Take everything, my iPod Take my keys, take my flare, take it all Take my shoes, I'm riding solo My memories, take all my photos Take my clothes, take my clothes, my tight blue jeans Take everything, take everything In the morning I'm waiting for you To come back home Where are you?