Better Known Vacancy

The sun is weary as it makes its way down
 The sound of gravel crunches under my feet
 as I walked up to that house where the water rushed in
 Clenching sand in my fist, the tide was reaching for me
 Sometimes I wish I could float back to you
 where it was safe and sound 'cause it's a jungle out here
 It's funny how they'll always drive me...
 The space is empty, more than it already was
 We're disassembled, let's pick up and dust off
 I woke up in that house when the water rushed in
 Clenching sand in my fist, the tide was reaching for me
 Sometimes I wish I could float back to you
 where it was safe and sound 'cause it's a jungle out here
 It's funny how they'll always drive me
 to that better known vacancy