i was walking in a dark house
the floors were creakin' for the last hour
they said they loved me, what does that mean
yeah they only speak when i am pacing

you look like a road at night
you look like a map
you look like a headlight
you look like a trap
you look like someone i might come to know
and i am not falling but
you look like home

and i am at your door, i am a rolling stone
so many times before that moss can't find a home
i will dot your i's, i will cross your t's
but they won't lay a hand nor mark on me

you look like a windshield
beaten with rain
you look like a hotel bed
you look like pain
you look like home cooking and i can breathe that in
and i am not falling but
you look like a win

(leave space for violin bridge) go straight into progression twice through

so the moon is up, and i'm at your door
there's some kind of peace found here on your floor
so curl against me, my belly to your back
let's tell secrets, going tit for tat

you look like atticus
you look like scout
you look like a good time
you look like doubt
you look like you could fit me like a glove
and i am not falling now
but i will love
and i am not falling now
but i will love
and i am not falling now
but i will love