Testo: Dear Landlord. Dream Homes. Landlocked.

leaving trains, I watch them roll away
the southern night cold as hell
it's a ghost town at three am
a fifth away, it calms these landlocked shakes
awake until the sun comes up again
it's always the same, I got this nervous way
it keeps my thoughts somewhere else
keeps me lost inside my head
an awful place, some things you can't escape
I'll walk these empty streets alone tonight
looking for something to remind myself
here with the stray dogs and the third shift help
I know that I'm slurring these small words
I'm the only one who heard

maybe tomorrow, might be tomorrow
everything won't seem so terrible and desperate
wait 'til tomorrow, wake up tomorrow
you won't be miserable and looking for an exit
wake up tomorrow

there won't be shadows hanging overhead all day
and every stranger won't be a plotting enemy
your luck's got to change, it can't stay the same
each passing day I wonder
how much bullshit we can take
before we all end up screaming
just gotta make it through tonight

maybe tomorrow, might be tomorrow
everything won't seem so terrible and desperate
wait 'til tomorrow, wake up tomorrow
you won't be miserable and looking for an exit