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