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