Take me home, off the road to the shore
Make a home with the poor
Give us all your spare change, there is no such thing as money here anymore

I set fire to the trash cans behind the grocery store and I admit it
I made love to a handsome man from out of town just to cultivate some feeling
I watch the men in the park watching the pigeons in the park do their feeding

Take me home, off the road to the shore
Make a home all alone
Give us all your empty lies, there is no such thing as progress anymore

Look at this man
Look at this woman with the diamond ring on her hand
If we treated love like we treated marriage
There'd be a whole lotta confusion over what marriage meant

Take me home, off the road to the shore
Make a home on the floor
Give us all your honest answers, there are only honest questions left to live for