Like some street corner armies standing in the shadows
Underneath electric blue
Of the street lights fading, watching and waiting
Hanging out until we're through
And all the screen door Barbies peeking through the doorways
Watching every breath we sing
Everybody's feeling lovesick, it's such a home thing
Ain't no easy way
Now, it's a home thing
Yes, it's a home thing
And Napoleon, baby, he rides circles 'round the enemies with drinks
Keeping them close by, watching Josephine cry
Making all the boys' hearts sink
And they're swinging in the alley alcove broken
Everybody's lost their way
Lipstick, it's like a love trick, no, it's a home thing
Ain't no easy way
No, it's a home thing
No, it's a home thing
Yes, it's a home thing
It's such a home thing
I'm tripping you out, baby
Cigarettes and perfume hanging from the curtains
Van Morrison down the hall
There's ringing in our ears and we're sneaking in more beers
When she says that she don't recall
She's sitting on the beach, she's thinking about Montana
She says she's got people there she'd like to see
Is there ringing in your ears
Is there tingle in your skin
From the breeze against your tears
When you're kissing her again
You're kissing her again
No, it's a home thing
No, it's a home thing
It's such a home thing
Yes, it's a home thing
I'm tripping you out, baby
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