Call Me Home

Morning after nauseous half-disasters The calm is not so quiet in my head It says, "You drink too much, you're not in love with anyone" "You'll never say the things you never said" Oh, it all seems really simple in a picture Somebody you don't know always works hard And you're always just nursing some hangover Guilt-tripping over homeless works of art I've been lost, lost, lost, brother I've been blinded by the son and the father I got more, more, more than I can shoulder But I'll be fine when I find my way home Morning after nauseous half-disasters And I swear I'll get my act together soon 'Cause this is not at all what I imagined, no When I thought of all the things that I might do Oh, it all seems really simple when you're little Naïveté is such a fuzzy friend I'm not saying I'm wrecked or I am ruined, no I just mistook the beginning for the end And I got lost, lost, lost, brother I got blinded by the son and the father I got more, more, more than I can shoulder But I'll be fine when I find my way home Look, sometimes love is the reflection of a building in the water On a night when everybody stays at home And sometimes love's a puddled puzzle piece, obsolete and soggy That becomes a whole new picture on its own So we can bitch about how fast the world is spinning Or we can use the orbit for a whole new view I know love will be the answer to my wandering Maybe I got lost so I could find you I think I got lost so I could find you So when you're lost, lost, lost, brother When you fly too close to the son and the father When the world is more than you can shoulder You come and find me You can call me home Come and find me You can call me home Come and find me and call me home