come home and my guitar has nothing to say to me

i've recoiled from all my friends

and then i'm in misery

been so long since i've been held

really, since i was his

probably just need to be held

that probably all it is

course then i think of my dad

who time travels mostly now

back to when he was free

and holding out hope somehow

who sits all day in a line

of wheelchairs against a wall

inventing ways to play out time

like us all

like us all

to all the people out there tonight

who are comforting themselves

if you should happen to see my light

you can stop and ring my bell

i'm just sittin' here in this sty

strewn with half-written songs

taking one breath at a time

nuthin' much going on

nuthin' much going on

little flashing zero

on my answering machine

that's scratching at my pain,

brain shuffling his feet

guess i have my father's heart

and it may or may not keep on trying

can't really tell you what it is

keeps me this side of that dark line

but i'm not here to take care of him

and i'm not here to take care of me

i'm going outside to watch the house burn down

across the street

i'm going outside to watch the house burn down

across the street

come home and my guitar has nothing to say to me

i've recoiled from all my friends

and then i'm in misery

been so long since i've been held

really, since i was his

probably just need to be held

that probably all it is

to all the people out there tonight

who are comforting themselves

if you should happen to see my light

you can stop and ring my bell

i'm just sittin' here in this sty

strewn with half-written songs

taking one breath at a time

nuthin' much going on

nuthin' much going on