I got lost on endless land
On endless land I’m lost again
Keep coming home

I remember seeing you
The flat end of a bottle through
Keep coming home

Comb the stairs, make us a drink
The sun is set and in the sink
I keep coming home

Every little thing and large
Is off its track and banking hard
Fever trees against the headlights
Starlings spiral out of sight
I keep coming home

I get caught in my own web
And love you to the gills again