There was something you said, not long ago
‘bout holding on to something you don’t know
like blood in your hands
or pictures of black sand
And I’ve been thinking about it all week
‘bout how me and you keep talking about our long losing streak
and I’m wasted, yeah, I’m feeling slated
And it feels like home
It feels so far away
Last night I had a dream about your sister
I was at a party and barely missed her
She left something for me
A note I couldn’t read
And everyone seemed happy at how the night moved along
Sitting in a big room singing old 80's songs
I felt happy too
A night like this, no one could lose.
And it feels like home
It feels so far away
Well, I think me and you should hang out tonight
Get a head start on drinking, get our heads right
You could say something new
While I listen close to you
‘cause I think you’re smater than me
at least that’s the way it seems
you’re like a big fat oak tree
Standing in the middle of a dried up desert sea
Come on lay one on me
Let me see what you see