My eyes are tracing patterns carved into the skies over New Mexico
It makes me want to ride home
And I've lost touch of everything that means anything to me
My friends always forgive me

We become too brave 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
When I have everything I need right now
I hope you're proud you liar
But its late
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 takes it's toll, on me
I used to be so obvious with all my words, so
But at least I was honest 
Ahhhh Ahh Ahh Ahhhh

And I could say
When I have everything I need right now
I hope you're proud you liar
But its late
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me

Tennis courts and makers
And paperback best sellers
I want to be home
I want to be myself again
Tennis courts and makers
And paperback best sellers
I want to be home
I want to be myself again

And I could say
When I have everything I need right now
I hope you're proud you liar
But its late
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me