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Follow the T's home Watch them become M's, blue Three then two then One white line relieves these fighting eyes So rest a while, enjoy the view You look like you need it Coffee circles on napkins are always asking for A curve and two small X's, In a tired attempt to make waitresses smile In late-night service stations I always try but it never seems to work Whilst in the corner a truck driver eats his meal And stares at the badly tuned television On which the BBC never looked so good "Sleep tight", she says And runs her fingers through his hair We've arms for pillows And well, if smiles are night lights Then why's it always dark inside here She wipes the table down And slowly tilts her head towards the glass, She catches eyes with the street-sleeper in the carpark, He's drawing figure-8s with his feet in the snow SongtexteAnd smirking to himself As if to say "I know something you don't" He starts mouthing words through the window And it says "Child, sure you can tell the future The minute it becomes the past Oh God, you're clever Well that roof means nothing 'Cause we all still die alone" We're all homeless Sometimes we all feel homeless If there's no home Aus Songtexte Mania