I try sometimes to think about where I'm goingnThat map is dusty, it sits there in my carnBut the last time I looked right at itnI crashed my car into a brand new LexusnMy insurance rates went upnnI try sometimes to watch, to look where I'm goingnIt's best if you ignore those Back Bay street signsnGoing around for miles and milesnI think I've driven far enoughnNow I know where you arenNow I understandnnI'm coming home to you, I'm coming homenI don't care if I crash my stupid carnI'm coming home to you, I'm coming homenI don't care if the T stop's really farnnI try sometimes to write the book, to finish my thesisnThis LaTeX's such a bitch, it makes me wanna dienTyping words for hours and hoursnI think I've written far enoughnTo understand that I won't win a Nobel PrizennI'm coming home to you, I'm coming homenI don't care if I lose my stupid jobnI'm coming home to you, we'll have dinner at homenI don't care if you can't make corn on the cobnnI'm coming home to you, I'm coming homenI don't care if my future isn't clearnI'm coming home to you, we'll have dinner at homenI don't care if you burn the saag paneer