From Here On Out Youre On Your Own by This Glass Embrace Lyrics
[Verse 1: Matt LeFevers]
In a parking lot littered with square safety-glass
I park the car, lock the doors, and let the driver's seat back
Shades over the windows
I can finally let myself cry
Pathetic, I know
Yeah, I couldn't agree more
[Verse 2: Jackie LeFevers]
Your phone has been dead for who knows how long
It's been weeks, and I worry, but try to just play it off
I'm filling the hours with stories -- two chapters a week
I can sure as hell write, but hell if I can speak
[Verse 3: Matt LeFevers]
The mountains nearby are grown over with grass
I guess the rain has been good, but nothing ever lasts
We start walking, lose track, and wind up in a strange neighborhood
[Verse 4: Jackie LeFevers]
Where I fill up my camera with shots of the sky
And of indistinct figures in fading sunlight
But get home and the first thing I do is throw the pictures away
[Bridge]
And John says, "If reincarnation is true
I might at this point want out of the loop."
[Verse 5: Matt LeFevers and Jackie LeFevers]
On a weather-worn table in the park down the road
My call finally gets through
I spend an hour on the phone
But say nothing at all that doesn't translate
"When are you coming home?"
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
In a parking lot littered with square safety-glass
I park the car, lock the doors, and let the driver's seat back
Shades over the windows
I can finally let myself cry
Pathetic, I know
Yeah, I couldn't agree more
[Verse 2: Jackie LeFevers]
Your phone has been dead for who knows how long
It's been weeks, and I worry, but try to just play it off
I'm filling the hours with stories -- two chapters a week
I can sure as hell write, but hell if I can speak
[Verse 3: Matt LeFevers]
The mountains nearby are grown over with grass
I guess the rain has been good, but nothing ever lasts
We start walking, lose track, and wind up in a strange neighborhood
[Verse 4: Jackie LeFevers]
Where I fill up my camera with shots of the sky
And of indistinct figures in fading sunlight
But get home and the first thing I do is throw the pictures away
[Bridge]
And John says, "If reincarnation is true
I might at this point want out of the loop."
[Verse 5: Matt LeFevers and Jackie LeFevers]
On a weather-worn table in the park down the road
My call finally gets through
I spend an hour on the phone
But say nothing at all that doesn't translate
"When are you coming home?"
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?