Empty Rooms Call

(hummmm) Back on the gravel path

Where the cold wind blows

The streetlights flicker in the same old pattern

Tracing outlines of the things we lost

I left my keys inside the kitchen drawer Now I'm standing here

counting up the cost The porch light is dead,

the paint is peeling back Every single step feels like a heavy

track

And I know what's waiting past that wooden door

The same quiet rooms that I ran from before

But the road has grown too cold

I'm coming home to the dark on the floor

I don't wanna run away anymore

Let the walls close in and hold me tight

I'm finally stepping back into the night

Yeah, I'm back where I belong

Dust on the picture frames,

faces I forgot

Telling me to settle down in this quiet plot

No more chasing headlights down the interstate

Just the heavy silence of a closing gate

I'm coming home to the dark on the floor

I don't wanna run away anymore

Let the walls close in and hold me tight

I'm finally stepping back into the night

Yeah, I'm back where I belong

(yeah, back where I belong) No more running now

Just the quiet room

Back home (ahhhh)