in my haste to be on the run
I have flown too close to the sun
And it's time to go home
So my wings have melted away
I retreat without a delay
And it's time to go home

When I left my house with no destination
I thought that I had it all
It's just what I need, a solo vacation
To chase off my loneliness
A soft-spoken man, a world so much louder
I'm drowning in all the noise
But then I forgot just why I was running
I stopped at the next hotel

Overlooked, oft-ignored, and invisible
I don't know why my head still won't let it drop
Trapped inside, all alone, that's just how I feel
I would do anything just to make it stop

When I stopped the car a thousand miles from home
And not a clue where I was
I thought this escape would make me feel better
But somehow this made it worse
I looked at my phone, I saw several missed calls
And hundreds of messages
I've made up my mind, I'll spend the night here then
Tomorrow the U-turn starts

Overlooked, oft-ignored, and invisible
I don't know why my head still won't let it drop
Trapped inside, all alone, that's just how I feel
I would do anything just to make it...

Good morning world, what's going on
Time to retrace my steps
My phone says I'm in Omaha
How did I pull that off?
One thousand miles and sixteen hours
I got some time to kill
Also I have phone calls to make
And messages to send

You wanna hang out? Does Friday work for you?

Set controls for the driveway at home
Because I have quenched my thirst to roam
Set controls for the heart of my couch
I have permission to be a slouch
Set controls for the neighborhood bar
I can walk there it's not very far
Set controls for the foot of my bed
I'm tired and I need to rest my head

You wanna hang out? Does Friday work for you?
You wanna hang out? Is Saturday okay?

I spend so much time alone now it's your problem too
Now I need to see some friends over a beer or two
Tried running from loneliness set myself up to fail
Let's hang out when I get back over a nice scotch ale

You wanna hang out? Does Friday work for you?
You wanna hang out? Is Saturday okay?
You wanna hang out? Does Sunday work for you?
Better idea - Next Friday at my house.

in my haste to be on the run
I have flown too close to the sun
And it's time to go home
So my wings have melted away
I retreat without a delay
And it's time to go home