Sleepless In Seattle

Sleepless in Seattle, I couldn’t find a better name for this
If idle hands make devil’s work, maybe we should
Build a church just so we can burn it down
‘Cause every bar in this city reminds me of somebody now
If I get drunk at 12th and Union
Whose street will I go wandering down

So I don’t want to go home
I don’t want to go home

Brian’s on a barstool, talking to his tall can again
All that acid in the 90s, he said it made a man out of him
All his LA friends got married, a wife
A house, a couple kids
He’s just trying to keep the dream alive
And if it dies then he and I
Just might die right along with it

So I don’t want to go home
I don’t want to go home

Where it’s just half finished skyscrapers
Begging the question
Does anyone care anymore?
This city was built on the back of a spirit
That I can’t feel anymore
Maybe there’s a new anger or a new seed
For some younger farmer to sow
But right now it feels like last call on New Year’s Eve
And the bar tender is telling me to go

But I don’t want to go home
I don’t want to go home