Take It Home

I love your name, it’s like a bad bad flame
It is a burning thing and it’s a goddamn shame
We can’t follow this one home
I kiss the flies from your antelope eyes
In the dusty fields under yellow skies
But I can’t take this one home
Can’t take this one home…
Something moving in an airtight room
Doesn’t age a moment for a year in a vacuum
But it dies on the way home
A lean hot love is sustained by drought
In the bright dry fields where they burn the wind out
And I can’t take this one home
Can’t take this one home…