Somewhere Between

Looks like another early night in Carolina
I’ve got a movie, black and white, and a bottle of red wine
If I answered, if you called me, I would say I’m doing fine
And I’d like to think we’d both know I was lying
Cause when I close my eyes I’m sitting there in Brooklyn
Spilling hot soup on the tiles of my brother’s kitchen floor
And if I find myself tonight, I swear it’s not cause I was looking
If I haven’t shown up yet, what am I good for?
But somewhere between Michigan and Texas
I do believe that I’ll be new again
And no matter where I go I feel my fickle heart forgetting
She’d make a home out of anywhere I’ve been
I bought myself a brand new pair of blue jeans
‘cause I’m tired of being righteous, playing every game for keeps
Most of all I’m tired of riding shot gun in my dreams
And I just want something simple, something clean
Somewhere between Delaware and Georgia
I made trouble, and I learned to call it a friend
Now I’m promised, but I promise, if you’d just lend me a quarter
I would call you up and call you home again