Wake up mother,
I think he's coming home
I guess he grew tired
of living on his own
And here I sit bewildered
wondering if I've grown
staring out the window
and waiting on the phone
Chorus
You see, I believe in alibis
broken glass and lullabies
Born was I in the seventies,
born to catch the sun,
but I burn alive in memories
to ashes and dust I run
(repeat first verse)
And here I sit bewildered
staring through this pane;
the glass, it is still shattered
and everything remains unchanged
