Three G&Ts or whiskeys on the rocks

You swerve into your thirties, put the keys into the lock

Ten more hours till you can call your mom

Walking home alone because who will tell you to stop

I'll never own a house, that's fine

I always pay my rent on time

Three G&Ts or whiskeys on the rocks

This street could be anywhere

But anywhere looks like home

The roads that I grew up on used to be so singular

Rear their heads as universal, everywhere is similar

See thе lilies springing up

Where a dеad seagull once sprawled

Ten more hours until you can call your mom

Swimming stars in my eyes

I wasn't built for the solitary life

Now I am an architect

Now I've made my home in it

Swimming stars in my eyes

I wasn't built for the solitary life

Now I am an architect

Now I've made my home in it