Be at home

I would walk on space rings
Or jump every train
Just to feel you in the other room
Then wake, and say my name
I have a beautiful cousin
In Atlanta
Who married a gun slinger in the Army
And are we the same as them, or the others?
Because when i leave home
It feels like i'm gone forever

When people talk
I think about the door
And the room i go to
While you wash underwear in the sink
I'd like to think i captured you
But it was you that captured me
Captured me

And i know that you'll always be at home