Don't call me home again
I know the damn is gone
And don't call me son, don't pretend
To know the damage done

See my pulse is stepping out of time
Feel how cold my breath is, is it even mine?
Will I be old and dead
Or young and lying on the news at 9?

There was a time when I'd known
What love had meant to me
On the kitchen wall in the lines where I'd grown
Now it seems nothing's meant to be

See my pulse is stepping out of time
Feel how cold my breath is, is it even mine?
Will I be old and dead
Or young and lying on the news at 9?

But I tried, I know I did
But I can't do it again
Turn on the TV now, I mean what I meant
See me on the news at nine

Don't call me home again
I know the damn is gone
And don't call me son, don't pretend
To know the damage done