Lyrics:

Don't feel like home, he's a little out
And all these words alone is nothing like your poem
Putting in and putting in don't feel like methadone
A scratchin' voice all alone is nothin' like your baritone

It's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs
It's home
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes
It's home

One uninvited chromosome, a blanket like the ozone

It's nothing as it seems, all that he needs
It's home
The little that he frees is nothing he believes

Savin' up a sunny day, something maybe two-tone
Anything of his own, a chip off the cornerstone
Who's kidding? Rainy day, a one-way ticket headstone
Occupations overthrown, whisper through a megaphone


It's nothing as it seems, the little that he needs
It's home
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes
It's home

And all that he frees, a little bittersweet
It's home
It's nothing as it seems, the little that you see
It's home