The Decemberists - Stateside Songtexte

You called, I was drowning weary after the bar
And the line couldn't hold you enough

You talked, I could hear you quietly beating thoughts
And the time dragged divided aside

Will you call when you touch down?
When you come back around
Stateside
When you're stateside?

And now, here the growing call of the sun coming up
And I know I will never belong