verse = The home alone written elegies for those he'll never know Just a kid in his room noone hears him howling at the moon The drunk in his bar spinning fairytales that never get him far and the thought, that he's fled over taking off her dress for someone else so they'll put it down to fate or bad luck but everyone they know is falling out of touch you'll have heard this all before when I'm gone far enough to not string you along she went to bed with someone to empty out her head she had to get out she couldnt stand the noise in that goddamn house always home, alone written elegies for those I'll never know but I kiss you on the floor dancing to the song from '84 and I'll put that down to fate or good luck every one they know is falling out of touch you'll have heard the all before when I'm, gone far enough to not string you along