I don't need more light

I just need the phone

Got my bags and my tags

I'm driving home

You say I'm meaner

I know I'm bled

So you hold your tongue and

I'll hold my head

Stealing home

I don't need more rest

I just need a light

What a mess, let me guess

I'll be allright

Look at this party

I'll get them fed

Then you hold your gun

And I'll go to bed

Stealing home

Doesn' it bother you?

You know that it's true

That I just can't take you anywhere

Anyway

Empty out your desk

I'll see you outside

Is she stuck?

Pick her up, give her a ride

I took all the quarters

Paid off some debt

We bent all the corners

Just before we left

Stealing home