The Red Lights
Home late on a Saturday
only light left on for me
is the cold light of TV - and it’s empty waves
What are we here for anyway?
are we just sitting still out of fear
are the devils in our ears - saying all is well
All I know is I keep coming home
and calling the red lights to you
I keep calling the red lights to you...
Pumping you out on a Sunday morning
All the neighbors seem
To turn this into TV - and it’s empty waves
“How many times has this happened this year?”
They try to ask me once more
I’m kicking the bottle across the floor - and I wait for the words
All I know is I keep coming home
and calling the red lights to you
I keep calling the red lights to you...