My eyes
Are tracing patterns carved into the skies over New Mexico
It makes me want to ride home

And I've lost touch with everything that means anything to me
My friends always forgive me
We become too bored and quick,
A little clever, a little numb
We could a stare a lover in the eyes and lie ...
"Yes, I don't feel anything at all"

And I could say
That I have everything I need right now
I hope you've packed your items
But its weight ...
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me

I'm terrified
I can't recollect the faces that once kept me warm
They wait back home

Time could sustain me
I used to so obvious with all my words, oh,
But at least I was honest!
Ahhhohhh

And I could say
That I have everything I need right now
I hope you've packed your items
But its weight ...
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me

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I want to be home,
I want to be myself again

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I want to be home,
I want to be myself ...

And I could say
That I have everything I need right now
I hope you've packed your items
But its weight ...
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me