Travel

make friction with our fingers start a fire

indulge ourselves and perspire

climb till we can't climb higher

then retire

i buy the steak that you like from the store

even though it costs a little bit more

you know fresh from the counter kind

with those intertwining vines

marbled fat but not too much fat

kiss my cheek walk out the door

why can't you stay home

why do you travel all alone

i'm standing at the window babe please come home.

this studio apartment is a living thing I've found

it speaks to me when I hit the ground

the sound it ricochets like a renegade buckshot round

i wake up on that same ground

where you found me when you got home

why can't you stay home

why do you travel all alone

i'm standing at the window babe please come home.

warm our clammy hands by the fire

put in work, get paid to perspire

climb till we can't climb higher

then retire

i know I'm not a spade in this deck I'm not an ace

in your chest I trust I have a place

but stalled on the Tarmac you found another face

you're moving to another place

strike a damp match revive the fire

force an attempt at desire

give up cause you're so tired

then get fired

babe don't you turn your back

don't put your toothbrush in your sack

i'll be standing at the window when you come running on back

babe don't you turn your back

don't put your toothbrush in your sack

i'll be standing at the window I hope you're coming back