Out of the light in the kitchen
And out of the house
Now that I know what I'm missing
I'm not scared to go without
What's that? I've been falling asleep at the table again
Well, I'm afraid I've led you to believe I'm not what I am
Should it be this hard?
Should it feel like disconnecting?
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard? These cobbled streets and I
I saw a glimpse of the world
Outside my hometown
American porch light
Hanging over the shop where my tennis socks are supplied
What's that? I've been falling asleep at the table again
Well, I'm afraid I've led you to believe I'm not what I am
Should it be this hard?
Should it feel like disconnecting?
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard?
Should it be this hard?
And I'm good at smiling when required
Filter all my words, and you'll like what you heard
And I could write a song and sell it to someone who better fits my work
But should it be this hard?
Should it feel like disconnecting?
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard? These cobbled streets and I
Should it be this hard? These cobbled streets and I
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