Listening

How do I find? There's something outside

I'm listening through the wall

Maybe I'll find something that's right

I'm listening through the wall

If I go home, pockets full of something I don't know

If I go home

Maybe you're right, everybody's tired, not listening

Lookin' toward the sky for something bona fide

I'm listening for it all

But how you could, baby, I was somewhere far

If I go, could you write me?

But you're gone

That's right, everyone looks different at night

You're gone, it's true

Makin' sure you don't know what to do

It's something you can't explain

Something just has to go away

I don't know