Lying on the dining room floor   Being warmed through the patio door   Just waiting, waiting for my dad      I found a note last night   From my brother down the back of the cupboard   Just saying "Dear God please, make him turn up"   And eventually he does   And we perhaps go to the cinema   Or visit our grandparents   But we're almost always home by six o'clock      And the strangest thing of all   The thing that felt the most wrong   Is that, in their separate cars,   They were both still playing the same song      Last night I heard you screaming   Loud voices beyond the wall   Another sleepness night for me   It does no good to call the police   Always come home if they come at all