Who would have thought I go there and i start on a familiar table All eyes, everything else empty It was supposed to be the second one this week. surprise Welcome for bread, unwelcome for emotional trouble But who would have thought just a sticker would slick up the lock It wasn't like it didn't ring true It wasn't like it would be unavailable A rude shock to your vertebra With a few clicks Who would have thought? Burning it down You're feeling the pressures of lightning to come A beating of bone in the heart of the sun The calling of home You're feeling the pressure of calling it home Mercy, obliged, you're calling a call Feel the forest and beat up the cold And you're by a field The calling of home So pay up the car rent And beat up the chords.