Making it Back

It’s 3 A.M. and the bottles are lined up in rows
On the floor again
'Summer in Siam' plays on repeat again
We never get sick of it
Now that I’m home again
In the kitchen with you
There’s no one else I can talk to
There’s no one else that I can talk to
And the lights are all covered and dim
And there’s nothing but
A gentle ease here
'Summer in Siam' plays and you and me and our whole place, we’re okay
Now that I’m in your arms again
In the kitchen with you
There’s no one else I can talk to
There’s no one else I can talk to