Cobbled Streets

Out of the light in the kitchen

And out of the house

Now that I know what I'm missing

I'm not scared to go without

What's that, I've been falling asleep at the table again

Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe I'm not what I am

Should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting

When the role I play is a sweet and tired array

And I wonder why I am home first every night

Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I

I saw a glimpse of the world

Outside my home town

American porch light

Hanging over the shop

Where my tennis socks are supplied

What's that, I've been falling asleep at the table again

Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe I'm not what I am

Should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting

When the role I play is a sweet and tired array

And I wonder why I am home first every night

Should it be this hard, should it be this hard

And I'm good at smiling when required

Filter all my words, and you'll like what you heard

And I could write a song

And sell it to someone who better fits my work

But should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting

When the role I play is a sweet and tired array

And I wonder why I am home first every night

Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I

Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I