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?
