Every type of mourning
Boxed in by this concrete
Dreams only make sense six beers deep for me
No city can love me
Spirit starved, sight hazy
I would pay to take a trip up out this mind sometime, yeah

I can't tell you where I've been, no
But coming home never made sense until I found you
Can't tell you where I've been, no
But coming home never made sense until I found you

When I'm on that empty road
It's still there, in my gut
It's alright, yeah, its enough
Soul agreement, the queen of cups
No overflow, not too much
Don't need more, more than enough
Receive it with these open arms
Cradle it with this open touch
Aura so bright it's blinding
Orange or something like it
I ain't never met nobody like you
Type of energy, power up a full room
Type of energy on a full moon
Light up this whole street
You and me, you and me
You and me

I can't tell you where I've been, no
But coming home never made sense until I found you
Can't tell you where I've been, no
But coming home never made sense until I found you

Found myself on an empty road
Knew it was one I've been on before
I don't know where this twist of life goes
But I'm done speaking in code
Found myself on an empty road
Knew it was one I've been on before
I don't know where this twist of life goes
But I'm done speaking in code