Eight tiny lines of cocaine
Left on a copy machine
In an empty corner of a dream
My sleep could not complete

There are sirens in the birds
And you and I are too far apart
And my eyes need a shave
What else can go wrong?

Now that I´m not longed for
Wild life seems wrong
Won´t care
Won´t stare
You´ve got family out there

The silver black boot
That cracked my front tooth
Is a new kind of truth
I´m getting used to

Come back lonely
How sad if only

I don´t believe you don´t care
You´ve got family out there

Where the power lines are down
Whipping sparks around
Like angels touching down
I see you there

How sad
If only
Don´t believe you don´t care
You´ve got family out there
You´ve got family out there