The trees high five
Explosions Collide
And you're all benign
You're on you're own

The trees running bare
With stuff in there hair

And could it be home
And could it be home

So come on up you're all alone
With vinyl CD's and megaphone
Tuck in your lip you're on your way
Your riding in an airplane

When big people talk,
With mud in their socks
With stuff her hair and
You're already there when you're on your own

And could it be home
And could it be home

So come on up you're all alone
With vinyl CD's and megaphone
Tuck in your lip you're on your way
Your riding in an airplane

please my darling sis
your sinking lingers
and these attic lights where
this brightness is not yours

And I'll wait for you
But its not much better
And I'll sing for you
But its not much better
And I'll love for you
But its not much better
Come on and I'll sing for you,
But its not much better

Come on and I'll wait for you
But it's not much better
Come on and I'll wait for you
But it's not much better
Come on and I'll love for you
but its not much better
Come on and I'll Love for you
But its not much better

And I'll wait for you
But its not much better
And I'll sing for you
But its not much better
And I'll love for you
But its not much better

So come on up you're all alone
With vinyl CD's and megaphone
Tuck in your lip you're on your way
Your riding in an airplane

Please my darling sis
Your sinking lingers
And these attic lights where
This brightness is not yours

Come on and I'll wait for you
But it's not much better

Come on and I'll love for you
But its not much better