verse 1:
I got here yesterday and in its time I have not even slept.
Where I am it's not the same, something's changed, something's different.

My walls are bare, my skin is cold, my carpet's not as soft anymore.
A second thought of whether I should go back runs through my inverted mind.


chorus:
There's a warm thought that runs through my head.
It's to early, it just is.


verse 2:
Summer's here, I hope that I can feel the presence of a home again.

The winter's dark, it's cold, my bills are high, and I can't feel my toes at all.
What do you say we build a boat, melt the snow and float on out of here?
I could be that I am just tired and I need a place to lay my head, to lay my head.


chorus