Homeward

Grab a beer and fix a plate She'll call you near the end, and you'll disintegrate Crowd the steeple on a Tuesday night Cos you're too wasted and she's ready to fight She's ready to fight Pockets full of napkins with numbers scrawled In hot pink markers and lyrics from breeders' songs Can't recall where he put his phone She's calling to ask him when he'll be home When he'll be home Now it's so loud But you don't hear a thing Just follow the crowd Start the crawl when the sun is rising You kept a steady eye on the smoking horizon Pass the house of that boy you knew Wonder what he's doing why he isn't with you Why he isn't with you Now it's so loud But you don't hear a thing Just follow the crowd Now it's so loud But you don't hear a thing Just follow the crowd