I seem closer to it now than I did when I was a kid Cool chill across uncovered legs Way my father's fists swim through the air Clean white sheets on the bed When he talked like someone possessed by Something only he could see He'd say it's not always what you believe, but the way that you do Or don't still believe in me Lately, I've had you on my mind If I could only see it long enough to sketch it out Have the mind of a house cat these days I feel Can barely crawl my way through until six Taking on new frustrations like tired unsellable homes Paranoid and ghost-dense All the time endlessly dreaming With a face like that and a voice so alive You could make the trains all run on time Or wave thousands in library fines Lately, I've had you on my mind If I could only see it Long enough to sketch it out (long enough to sketch it out) ♪ This is not a house It's just someplace where I'm living now This is not a house It's just someplace where I'm living now This is not a house It's just someplace I'm barely living now