Ohio Porkpie

Ohio Turnpike

Another hour or two

Counting the dashed lines

Bringing me back to you

Another short night

And our summer is through

So pick a good song

To usher you through the gloom

When I see your face after the flight home

I know I'm not alone

When you call my name through the modern snow

I know I'm not alone

I ditched the rental

Grabbed the receipts off the dash

Threw out the baggie

Of coffee grounds and ash

I’ll let you go now

That’s all I’ve got to report

Sorry I didn’t get

Better at being short

When I see your face after the flight home

I know I'm not alone

Can you call my name through the modern snow

Because I don’t want to feel alone

No I don’t want to feel alone

Prepare for the landing and

Prepare to be vaguely accused

By the sad and underslept

In their royal blues

Pettin’ the window, 'cause

I wanna know what it’d feel like

If I got to go outside

And at the bag claim

With eyes peeled for tatters of tags

Flying half-mast

Like the flag

And through the families

We wade in a quest for a cab

Nobody wishes for the things

That they already have

We relive every misstep that we’ve made in our lives

And hoard our scary secrets till they wake us at night

And we think we can’t escape from it

But maybe we might

If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right

You know

You’re the only person that I wanted to like me

You’re the only person that I wanted to like me

All these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me

You’re the only person that I wanted to like me

I miss coming home to you

I've been driving day and night, counting mile marker lines on my way to you

I miss coming home to you

I've been turning like a pike and I'm searching for the light on my way to you

I miss coming home to you

I've been driving day and night, counting mile marker lines on my way to you

I hate coming home

I hate leaving home