Get Us Home - The Panics

I’ve seen his face before

and I wonder what it means

three lonely figures standing at my door

and one he spoke to me with a letter from my home

and a fever in his eyes

a chill went through my bones

and I bid my host goodbye

he gave me no reply

and I never looked behind

You’ve gotta get us home right now

There’s no comfort in the cradle where

we sleep

It’s a land of dark and wide

It won’t let us survive for free

I made my way on trains,

through the brick and the lanes

where the burnt wrecks lay dead on the plains

and it leaves your heart the same

but it must be in disguise

if in this distance is my prize

out here sometimes it can play a cruel trick

on the mind

it’s playing one on mine

You’ve gotta get us home right now

There’s no comfort in the cradle where

we sleep

It’s a land of dark and wide

It won’t let us survive for free

You’ve gotta get us home

you’ve gotta lay it in stone