I want to wake up at your place and go downstairs to get the paper And see my world's not a basket case Lordy knows I've tried and I've tried to keep it simple and not live a lie But I don't yet know who I am Don't you know I sing awful things I keep coming back to another bad ending No, I don't want that I don't want this comeback to fall short All alone with a coffee-burnt tongue I want to go home back to when I was young And I hadn't seen what I saw Let me say: "let us pray that another dirty wave comes to take us away to the future so we don't get caught" The thoughts are almost gone The night itself is done And all that's left is song The voices singing As one