St. Louis - Louden Swain
Written by：Rob Benedict/Michael Borja/Stephen Norton/David Wendell
I'm back home
I feel depressed
I found your clothes
And your new address
Why leave a note
Why leave a note
Your words are a joke
The breeze makes me choke
And all the time the answers were in front of my face
I try to think about tomorrow but I can't forget today
I found my old records
And all my books
I found my old Bee-Gees
But the turntable you took
I made a call into work
I said I can't make it in today
I'd sleep it off
But I'm too awake
And all the time the jokes that did not make any sense
I finally figured out the punchline was at my expense yeah
My expense
So I'm back home
But what remains
I watch the snow
Drift off my windowpane yeah
So much wasted spit
So many envelopes
All these silver gifts
With nowhere to go
And all the time the answers were in front of my face
I try to think about tomorrow but I can't forget today
I cannot forget today today
I'm back home
I feel depressed
