lying in an empty room 
sunlight breaking through the blinds 
shadows in venetian lines 
longing is a state of mind 
for home 
and I don't where you are, I don't where you are, I don't where you are, I don't where you are 
another memory that I refuse to follow 
brings itself out of the dark 
disappears just like the last 
another shiver from the past 
is gone 
and I don't where you are, I don't where you are, I don't where you are, I don't where you are 
london, pretty and dark 
new york, maybe central park 
tokyo, neon and flash 
berlin, baby, dressed in black 
eastbound and westbound across 
this world you go 
to be lost 
I thought I might have made it out to see you 
ride in on a midnight bus 
or on a plane against the dusk 
but I don't like to travel much 
from home 
and I don't where you are, I don't where you are, I don't where you are, I don't where you are 
London, pretty and dark 
new York, maybe central park 
Tokyo, neon and flash 
Berlin, baby, dressed in black 
eastbbound and westbound across 
this world we go 
to be lost