Noah Gundersen - Sleepless in Seattle

Sleepless in Seattle, I couldn’t find a better name for this
If idle hands make devil’s work, maybe we should
build a church just so we can burn it down
‘Cause every bar in this city reminds me of somebody now
If I get drunk at 12th and Union,
whose street will I go wandering down
So I don’t want to go home
I don’t want to go home
Brian’s on a barstool, talking to his tall can again
All that acid in the 90’s, he said it made a man out of him
All his LA friends got married, a wife,
a house, a couple kids
He’s just trying to keep the dream alive
and if it dies then he and I
just might die right along with it
So I don’t want to go home
I don’t want to go home
Where it’s just half finished skyscrapers
begging the question
Does anyone care anymore?
This city was built on the back of a spirit
that I can’t feel anymore
Maybe there’s a new anger or a new seed
for some younger farmer to sow
But right now it feels like last call on New Year’s Eve
And the bar tender is telling me to go
But I don’t want to go home
I don’t want to go home

Written by:
Noah Gundersen

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