Sleepless in Seattle

Sleepless in Seattle, I couldn't find a better name for this If idle hands make devil's work, maybe we should build a church Just so we can burn it down 'Cause every bar in this city reminds me of somebody, now If I get drunk at 12th and Union, whose street will I go wanderin' down? So, I don't wanna go home I don't wanna go home Brian's on a barstool, talkin' to his tall can again All that acid in the 90s, he said it made a man outta him All his L.A. friends got married, a wife, a house, a couple kids He's just trying to keep the dream alive, and if it dies Then he and I just might die right along with it So, I don't wanna go home I don't wanna go home Where it's just half-finished skyscrapers beggin' the question "Does anyone care anymore?" This city was built on the back of a spirit that I can't feel anymore Maybe there's a new anger or a new seed For some younger farmer to sow But right now, it feels like last call on New Year's Eve And the bartender's tellin' me to go But I don't want to go home I don't want to go home