Minus One - Broadway Calls

You are a piece to the puzzle

A star in the sky on a night in July

And your eyes are two different colors

One brighter than another

A sign of your times

Ah, well, I guess it’s time to get a little bit clearer

Your mess is mine

Go to hell if you think I would let you slip through the cracks

You’re coming back to the land of the living with me

You and me, we’ll get through everything without the fear of ever being alone

‘Cause minus one, this isn’t home

Minus one, this isn’t home

Come back

Your family needs you

Your family wants you happy again

Your smile, a reason for living

Don’t fade away with your bottle in hand

Yes, it’s time to get a little bit clearer

Your mess is mine

I accept, but know damn well

Go to hell if you think I would let you slip through the cracks

You’re coming back to the land of the living with me

Breathe in, breathe out and dream about back when we had our world

A fraction of theirs, but we filled our share with love before the ambulance

came and took you away

Took you away, away

And took you away