I waited too long to write this down The startling sensation is fading The sweet sweet burn Of the first drink of the night underage Knowing that you’re gonna get away with it    You were a good man before you knew it And I’m not vain enough to think that I’d have been good for you if I’d stayed In the current of your life I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes   And now I’m so scared about mystery I fear I smell extinction In the folds of this novocaine age coming on I miss the smell of mystery Reverb leaking outta tavern doors And not knowing how the sounds were made So I left home and faked my ID I fucked every man that I wanted to be I was so stupid then Why should mystery give its life for me? Baby I’m afraid But it’s not your fault Maybe I should go Home alone tonight Baby I’m afraid But it’s not your fault Maybe I should go Home alone tonight [Musical interlude]         x4 Now I see you in our old home Where I’m always scared to go Those thirty garbage miles Making wet cigarette butts and used tires To be poor as the anchor that makes us so sure Your sandy voice across my brow You haven’t aged a day Is it because you took a shortcut That makes people say you’re crazy Is it true? You’re a time traveler you Is it true? I’ve seen crazy too Can it be a comfort between us? Because I never want to know for sure Baby I’m afraid But it’s not your fault Maybe I should go Home alone tonight Baby I’m afraid But it’s not your fault Maybe I should go Home alone tonight / / Now I write this in a pale town Where excitement is a yellow curb My dream awake leaps through my window From the highway You turn my head and set the brake too late Release the tears of metric tons The crash it comes (comes comes) And pours down my public face Behind a reservoir of collarbones And forms two private lakes (lakes lakes lakes lakes) Baby I’m afraid Your orbit is so easy You haven’t gained a day We’re two self-fulfilling prophecies Who don’t even have each other Not that we would ever get away with it |   |    /  / /