It's blowing through my losing streak   Bought the farm on a dead end street   Nothing ever grows under your sun      It's filling voids with emptiness   And driving past your old address   Loneliness, two has turned into one      They welcome you with broken arms   You know they don't mean no harm   Do they mean anything at all?      You feel crowded by my company   You can't hate but parts of me   And I know there's a new myth on your floor      Staying up in 409   The days are yours, the nights are mine   Burned out everything except the door      It's like breaking out of broken homes   They tell you they don't eat their own   Searching for one thing to call my own, to call my own      There's a goldmine in the local scene   You get nine lives, you need thirteen   Paid the price, landed on all four      You used to mean the world to me   Scared to death, of what that means   So we don't mean nothing at all      I welcome you with broken arms   You know I don't mean no harm   Do I mean anything at all?      And they all come from broken homes   They tell you they don't eat their own   Searching for one thing to call my own