sometimes i miss the sirens
they used to send spirals through my bedroom window
out here the crickets can be so
suffocating
always i miss the people
always always i miss the people
they were mine, they were good to me
sometimes a lonely living room
can still have people in it
back home, that is
you'd think it would be difficult
to be lonesome
when you have so many people
at your fingertips
but i'm the living proof
that it happens every day.