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 wanderin' down?

So, I don't wanna go home

I don't wanna go home

Brian's on a barstool, talkin' to his tall can again

All that acid in the 90s, he said it made a man outta him

All his L.A. 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 wanna go home

I don't wanna go home

Where it's just half-finished skyscrapers beggin' 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 bartender's tellin' me to go

But I don't want to go home

I don't want to go home