I'm sitting out here on my own with the moth around the front porch lamp that shines behind me it's funny how you'd never know that your home is really not your home if you forget the key you said you'd be home soon but I don't want to wait that long you said you'd be home soon but I'm locked out. I'm sitting out here on my own does everybody else feel just as empty? Are you happy when there's nothing left to own? Or is there something deep inside that's more than I can see? and I've been standing here for years and years just drowning all my fears with self control and now I think there might be something more than waiting for the years to take their toll I'm sitting out here on my own I see your headlights on the pavement as you pull into the driveway it's funny how you'd never know that your life is really not your life if you forget the key and I'm locked out.