Testo If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now The Lucksmiths
Towards the limit of maps
The roads surrender to empty spaces
The roofline seems to collapse into the evening
I was asleep on the passengerâs side
White as a ghost against a floodlit billboard
Day casts different light upon those promises
But you know itâs true
If you lived here, youâd be home now
And yet donât forget
If you lived here, youâd be home now
Even the stereo sounds tired
Here where the power poles look more like robot skeletons
Slack-wired against the evening
Letâs just drive until weâve found somewhere
There are more headstones in the cemetery
Than houses in the town
And never leave
âCause you know itâs true
If you lived here, youâd be home now
And yet donât forget
If you lived here, youâd be home now
Tonight the cul-de-sacs are quiet
The driveways donât lead anywhere
Thereâs no-one else awake
We could trust our deepest secrets
To the artificial lake
Weâre in no hurry anyway
We both could use the break