To Call My Own

It's blowing through my losing streak Bought the farm on a dead end street Nothing ever grows under your sun It's filling voids with emptiness And driving past your old address Loneliness, two has turned into one They welcome you with broken arms You know they don't mean no harm Do they mean anything at all? You feel crowded by my company You can't hate but parts of me And I know there's a new myth on your floor Staying up in 409 The days are yours, the nights are mine Burned out everything except the door It's like breaking out of broken homes They tell you they don't eat their own Searching for one thing to call my own, to call my own There's a goldmine in the local scene You get nine lives, you need thirteen Paid the price, landed on all four You used to mean the world to me Scared to death, of what that means So we don't mean nothing at all I welcome you with broken arms You know I don't mean no harm Do I mean anything at all? And they all come from broken homes They tell you they don't eat their own Searching for one thing to call my own