if you lived here, you’d be home by now
Towards the limit of maps
The roads surrender to empty spaces
The roofline seems to collapse into the evening
I was asleep on the passenger’s side,
White as a ghost against a floodlit billboard.
Day casts different light upon those promises
But you know it’s true
If you lived here, you’d be home now
Even the stereo sounds tired
Here where the power poles look more like robot skeletons
Slack-wired against the evening.
Let’s just drive until we’ve found somewhere
There are more headstones in the cemetery
Than houses in the town
And never leave
’Cause you know it’s true
If you lived here, you’d be home now
Tonight the cul-de-sacs are quiet
The driveways don’t lead anywhere
There’s no-one else awake
We could trust our deepest secrets
To the artificial lake
We’re in no hurry anyway
We both could use the break
- If Your Lived Here, You’d Be Home By Now | The Lucksmiths
