Lyric Thin Air

Don t feel like home, he s a little out
And all these words elope, it s nothing like your poem
Putting in, in putting in, don t feel like methadone
A scratching voice, all alone, it s nothing like your baritone
It s nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it s home
The little that he sees is nothing, he concedes, it s home

One uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone
It s nothing as it seems, all that he needs, it s home
The little that he frees, is nothing, he believes

Saving up a sunny day, something maybe two-tone
Anything to call his own, a chip off the cornerstone
Who s kidding, rainy day, a one-way ticket headstone
Occupations overthrown, a whisper through a megaphone

It s nothing as it seems, the little that he needs, it s home
The little that he sees is nothing, he concedes, it s home
And all that he frees, a little bittersweet, it s home
It s nothing as it seems, the little that you see, it s home