The Loneliest Place

Just sitting here imagining
Thinking on things we've said
Sitting here feeling everything
Yet hitting no nails on the head

It's hard to tell what you are thinking
'Cos I can't see your face
I can feel my heart sinking
Being almost home is the loneliest place

I may as well read your teacup
I may as well write another song
All of our conversations
Make it up as we go along

I'm a little drunk and belligerently kind
My spirit's on the wrack
I'm not sure what I will find
'Cos I getting nothing back

These days we speak a different language
And I'd rather run a mile
Than be the source of your anger
And the coldness of your smile.



Credits
Writer(s): Davy Vance
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