The night is becokoning although I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind if I could frame my mind
Where would it hang

I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out

But that's OK cause I sound better then him anyway any day
Yeah my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I've found it where I've found it many times before