Looks like another early night in Carolina I've got a movie, black and white, and a bottle of red wine If I answered, if you called me, I would say I'm doing fine And I'd like to think we'd both know I was lying Cause when I close my eyes I'm sitting there in Brooklyn Spilling hot soup on the tiles of my brother's kitchen floor And if I find myself tonight, I swear it's not cause I was looking If I haven't shown up yet, what am I good for? But somewhere between Michigan and Texas I do believe that I'll be new again And no matter where I go I feel my fickle heart forgetting She'd make a home out of anywhere I've been I bought myself a brand new pair of blue jeans ‘cause I'm tired of being righteous, playing every game for keeps Most of all I'm tired of riding shot gun in my dreams And I just want something simple, something clean Somewhere between Delaware and Georgia I made trouble, and I learned to call it a friend Now I'm promised, but I promise, if you'd just lend me a quarter I would call you up and call you home again