Someone Called While You Were Out lyrics

Tried to say hell to the rat race Tried to make my escape Pictures of parties and their faces under blue light And their voices all on tape Can I become what I think I am Try to find my weekend man Or will I become what I most fear I bloomed too late now winter’s near All of the guys think that it’s bullshit I have better things to write about But can you tell me that it’s better this way Someone called while you were out Can I become what I think I am Try to find my weekend man And in its place a smoking gun Right before the weekend’s done Can I become what I think I am Try to find my weekend man And in its place a smoking gun Right before the weekend’s done Can I become what I think I am What I think I am