When I come home After travelling for a long while I"ll try to be What you need I'll listen to you To what you say and what you don't How one can feel so remote In a big city What you crave It is kind Of a lovely life that seems Unafraid When I come home You've got to tell me what you've seen How the birds come to nest As the heavy sun sets And I'll describe my days So mundane that you would cry How it's such a cruel game With no clear ending What you crave It is kind Of a lovely life that seems Unafraid, unabridged Now I'm by your side to contend With the fantasy of us What gets lost In real time In real time there's no slowing down News-cycles; satellites; people spread out Fortunes are promised then squandered so fast We're just casting anchors in this sea of madness What you crave It is kind Of a lovely life that seems Unafraid, unabridged Now I'm by your side to contend With the fantasy of us What gets lost In real time In real time In real time In real time