Feeling Neglected?

Halfway home

And ready to turn around

But i can't turn around my dream

(five days a week

I go to sleep at dawn

And feel alone although you're warm. )

Halfway home

And ready to drag it out

Because this slowing down

Suits me

(oh what way did i take to come to this place?

Oh what way did i take to get here?)

Halfway home

And ready to turn around

But i can't turn around my dreams

(five days a week

I drive you home from work

And see the way

Your face is marked with fatigue

Fatigue suits me.)

I can't turn around and this slowing down suits me

And i'm feeling neglected anyway

It's the reason i'm leaving you