LYRICS
It’s getting late
Quarter-past eight
Anticipate
Not being alone
I’m sure he’ll find his way home
Just can’t wait
Half-past eight
Anticipate
Not being alone
I’m sure he’ll find his way home
Times all mine
Going on nine
Ain’t feelin’ fine
Here all alone
I’m sure he’ll find his way home
For certain he’s on his way home
Then, again
It’s almost ten
Seems often
I’m being alone
I’m sure he’ll find his way home
For certain he’s on his way home
Tongue bite
After midnight
Just ain’t right
Still alone
I’m sure he’ll find his way home
For certain he’s on his way home
He’s coming home!
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: E A / F# B E
Recording: digital 10-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Melodica, Drums
From the album Canine Incisors