Thrill Of The Hunt

She’s bright and you’re bleak
And then she kicked you out into the street
And you call her when you’re weary and weak
And the coma you slip into
Will hold all this against you
And you’ll learn to bite your tongue when you speak
You resolve all your sins
And start it over again
But don’t go home
Don’t go home
If you need to, you can call me from the road
If you only noticed
You’re dressed up and you’re nervous
And we’ve well rehearsed our burdens
And you feel like nothing’s complete
And you’re soulless and you’re worthless
You’ll be nothing until you notice
You can find refuge in anyone you meet
But don’t go home
Don’t go home
If you need to, you can call me from the road
And you might notice