Halfway home And ready to turn around But i can't turn around my dream (Five days a week I go to sleep at dawn, And feel alone although you're warm.) Halfway home And ready to drag it out Because this slowing down Suits me. (Oh what way did i take to come to this place? Oh what way did i take to get here?) Halfway home And ready to turn around But i can't turn around my dreams (Five days a week, I drive you home from work And see the way Your face is marked with fatigue. Fatigue suits me.) I can't turn around and this slowing down suits me And i'm feeling neglected anyway. It's the reason i'm leaving you.