News At 9

Don't call me home again

I know the damn is gone

And don't call me son, don't pretend

To know the damage done

See my pulse is stepping out of time

Feel how cold my breath is, is it even mine?

Will I be old and dead

Or young and lying on the news at 9?

There was a time when I'd known

What love had meant to me

On the kitchen wall in the lines where I'd grown

Now it seems nothing's meant to be

See my pulse is stepping out of time

Feel how cold my breath is, is it even mine?

Will I be old and dead

Or young and lying on the news at 9?

But I tried, I know I did

But I can't do it again

Turn on the tv now, I mean what I meant

See me on the news at nine

Don't call me home again

I know the damn is gone

And don't call me son, don't pretend

To know the damage done