Come Home

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?