Sleepless in Seattle - Noah Gundersen

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