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My eyes Are tracing patterns carved into the skies over New Mexico It makes me want to ride home And I've lost touch with everything that means anything to me My friends always forgive me We become too bored and quick, A little clever, a little numb We could a stare a lover in the eyes and lie ... "Yes, I don't feel anything at all" And I could say That I have everything I need right now I hope you've packed your items But it's weight ... The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me I'm terrified I can't recollect the faces that once kept me warm They wait back home Time could sustain me I used to so obvious with all my words, oh, But at least I was honest! Ahhh-ohhh And I could say That I have everything I need right now I hope you've packed your items But its weight The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me Tennis courts and makers and paperback best sellers I want to be home I want to be myself again Tennis courts and makers and paperback best sellers I want to be home I want to be myself And I could say That I have everything I need right now I hope you've packed your items But it's weight ... The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me