Walking on frozen street
Have no direction
Making myself to start to think
Am I drinking too much
But honestly it's not
The best of my thoughts
By passing beggars
They always waving me friendly
But my pockets are empty
When I walking on empty streets alone
I’d rather be home
In my bed
Days passing by and
I still pretend
That I'm alright
Without your hand
That used to pass me beer
For tv shows
In our space
I feel like home