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So fourteen months have passed and I would hate to say I'm lonely
I've tried, I swear, to pack all of my feelings in a box
So when carrying my baggage I can still act kind of friendly
And open it at leisure and connect my dot-to-dot
When I come home and turn those keys and listen for that sound
Of rustling sheets, of memories, I put the next one home, I put it home
But at evening comes a curse, a crossroads where
I'm doomed to take the wrong way home
If silence leads to verse and better is for worse
I'll stumble and choose reverse
I've met some pretty women, sure, I talk about them daily
I've danced with legs and feet entwined with friends and lovers too
And I've drank the wine and told them we should go and crash a ceilidh
And dance our laces tangled and request our favourite tunes
When I come home and hear those keys they jingle in my head
They're like Christmas songs, I sing along, and I put the next one home, I put it home
But at evening comes a curse, a crossroads where
I'm doomed to take the wrong way home
If silence leads to verse and better is for worse
I'll stumble and choose reverse
I guess all that I'm saying is I'm waiting and I'm changing
The mirror's showing confidence but weakness in the eyes
But like memories in my box, sometimes I swear that I am crazy
I should sleep, I should be dreaming, not be writing honest lies
When I come home and turn those keys and listen for that sound
Of rustling sheets, of memories, I put the next one home, I put it home
But at evening comes a curse, a crossroads where
I'm doomed to take the long way home
If silence leads to verse and better is for worse
I'll stumble and choose reverse
But if silence leads to verse and better is for worse
I'll stumble and choose reverse
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