Gone

I don't plan anything
 I'm trying to come home
 Thoughts of you are always on my
 mind
 A runaway from problems, my excuse
 when I am there
 You roll over - once again I'm gone
 It's old, it's plain to see this life of
 tragedy
 Save it for later - that's what we always
 said
 What will that do for us?
 What will they do for us?
 What will they do for us now?
 Tried to paint a picture of the times
 that we once shared
 Never seemed to be so concerned
 The story goes like this...
 You say I'm almost never there
 Independence is what you want
 An arm to hold on, someone to sleep
 next to in the night
 Rolling over - once again I'm gone
 Look through the backlog, an index
 of thoughts
 This time it won't get to me
 What will they do for us?
 What will they do for us?
 What will they do for us now?
 I tried to paint a picture of the time
 we once shared
 Never seemed to be so concerned
 (And I don't plan anything
 I'm never comin' home
 Thoughts of you are on my mind
 So I'm never gone...)
 What will they do for us?