We sit on the edge of the curb and dream of the days to come round Silhouettes and sunshine cascade through our curtain call Crinkled pages of empty love notes fill up these empty sounds of Laughter and goodbye and goodnight Please don't go Cheap clothes and cheaper perfume Laughing at all these silly cartoons I'd rather be at home where I'm with you Whistle 2x Spontaneous road trips to nowhere Stale cigarettes and warm beer I'd rather be at home where I'm with you