Stateside - The Decemberists

You call,

I was drowning, weary after the party

And the line,

Couldn’t hold you enough

We talked

But I could hear you quiet between 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,

Hear the growing call of the sun comming up

And I know

I will never belong

Will you call when you touch down?

When you come back around stateside

When you’re stateside

When you’re stateside