I meet a primitive version of me I find him wandering some late night street He leads me to those haunts that I used to know And I'm losing I'm losing my way home In search of youth or some freedom once felt It's a treacherous trail that I tread Regressing in stages the further I go I'm losing I'm losing my way home The life we worked for The home we made I can't stop pulling at the seams My former selves are Turning up these days Seems they've come back for me Down dingy stairwells the morning light creeps And I wonder what the hell I'm doing here I never much cared for the ones I'd outgrown They're losing They're losing their hold As I rise up from some desperate hole They're losing They're losing their hold As I dream of you sleeping at home They're losing They're losing They're losing their hold