God, it's gorgeous in the city

And what's my home's like now?

In a room where we share a pillow

And lights in the windowsill

And you let me lay my burdens down.

Here take my bed

Lay your head on my lap again

Let me sing to your soul

Cause where you go is where I'll be home.

Have I seen you in my audience?

Have I passed you in my car?

When I open my lips to sing

Like an air closing back to me

And I let you lay your burdens down.

Here take my bed

Lay your head on my lap again

Let me sing to your soul

Cause where you go, you go.

This second story's lonely

Only the headlights hear me harmonizing with the sirens

I want you to read me like my diary, don't even know your name

My home.

God, it's gorgeous in the city

And what's my home's like now?