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

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


Two 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 walk out
Say "I'll see you around" and you're back
Was there really 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