she always says "hurry home, love"   and this wouldn't take so long if i were adjusted   consider it done      the saddest things sometimes bring us back   to the ones we love   they're the shades of me that make feel dirty   i pray tonight for an antidote      well imagine me making a life of this   the saddest things sometimes bring us back   to the ones we love   none of this matters at all      cash and prize and all uncertain things   wandering eyes are bound to tattered wings   broken hope - a knowing stare   taking flight - it's right in front of me