Take me home, leave all your bets on the bedroom floornIs it wrong to speak of...nThe old man's love, nlike you knew exactly where he's from?nCan't you just leave him alone? nOne hundred years to stay around and live undergroundnOne hundred years to be safe and sound and live undergroundnThat alone will catch your eye- ntry to at least act surprised nIts all you've got your word is deadnAll you've got is what's in your headnIts all I've got my word is deadnAll I've got is what's in my headnPlease don't go, nI've been trying to reach you through this phonenBut you're not home, not homenPlease don't go, nI've been dying to reach you through your ownnBut you're not home, not homenI'm all you've got, your word is deadnI'm all you've got and its in your headnI don't want to know younI don't want to hear you nWhen love leaves you only to see countless liesnWhen I leave you only to see countless liesnYou were never there- nI guess I was never therenHe will take a breath you will never catch