Call It Home

Trying hard not to make a sound

The forest creaking while you’re still sleeping

It always starts in this sole house

Something alive overly comforting like a frame

From the scene, from the picture it took

Like skipped to the page at the end of the book

Everybody’s going somewhere

Everybody’s got some places to go

Call it home

I wish you would feel it in the hallway

The sound of your voice when you’re on the phone

I call it home

I saw a woman in a taxicab

I pretended that she was going to meet her man

It was a callboard in a yummy court

She hadn’t seen them since before the world but he wrote her letters

In days since he left

There is arms carefully round her neck and she wiped

Everybody’s going somewhere

Everybody’s got some places to go

Call it home

I wish you would feel it in the hallway

The sound of your voice when you’re on the phone

I call it home

Life passing by

All these moments, call it my

Everybody’s going somewhere

Everybody’s got some places to go

Call it home

I wish you would feel it in the hallway

The sound of your voice when you’re on the phone

I call it home

Call it home