Direction Songtext
von Bird Streets

Three in the afternoon on a Monday
You′re in the bathroom again, with a friend
And everyone can hear you
Fix yourself up and make your way back to the table
Everyone shuts up, and pretends nothing happened
The bartender sends us over a fresh one
Fifteen minutes pass
And we're out on the sidewalk
And it′s midnight

We walk in the direction of home
But we are never getting any warmer
We walk in the direction of home
Take me home

A few weeks later, I pick you up at the station
Tried calling all your friends
But again, nobody answered
You roll your window down and exhale
Start talking my ear off
Just as if nothing happened


With a wink and a smile you hop out
Say I'll see you around and about
Was there ever any doubt

We walk in the direction of home
But we are never getting any warmer
We walk in the direction of home
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home

You're doing cartwheels on a treadmill
Not going anywhere
Nobody saw, nothing happened

We walk in the direction of home
But we are never getting any warmer
We walk in the direction of home
Take me home
We walk in the direction of home
But we are never getting any warmer
We walk in the direction of home
Take me home

Take me home