Some say I’m a wanderer others say I’m lost
all I know is I keep coming back to the place where all went dark
A mosquito drawn to a flame
I find myself without a name
in the middle of the street in the middle of the night outside your house, outside your light post
I know I’m supposed to be away
I know it’s been a thousand and one days
I know that I’m supposed to know
it’s been enough time, enough time, to let you go but I’ll be waiting outside your lamppost
there’s never been less
There’s never been more hope.
Maybe I’m supposed to be alone
Come and tell me I can come home
It’s like I’m in the street in a box
I never once thought I would be locked out of all that I knew
I never thought I’d be waiting for you
Never thought that this light post would be a beacon I’m drawn to
I hope that maybe a ghost
of someone I used to know will show up Can I come back home?
Maybe I’m supposed to be alone Come and tell me I can come home.