I am finding videos on my phone that make this 4 hour layover less terrible.
And I’m sleeping alone in a house I don’t own,
‘Cause if you’re touring your mind you’ll get lost every time.
And you’ll sing me sad songs to keep me awake,
In that bedroom we hid away.
Baby I’m long gone. Yeah I’m long gone.
This time, lost my own return
In spite of everything I’ve learned
I hid my tracks, spit out all my air
Slipped into cracks, stripped of all my cares