Petunia Youre Home
[Verse 1]
Born of gentle birth
In the suburbs nothing hurts
You were surely destined to find your place among the greats
But all your easy days made you chronically plagued by indecision
Your bright potential dimmed into a glow
You drift through life just finding ways to cope
The one thing you’re sure of, you are cured of when your home

[Verse 2]
O you spoiled dove, what happened to the dreams you’d spoken of?
What happened to your Peace Corps plans or that goofy start-up? The dozen patents in your tattered notebook?
Birthdays pass and still you're lacking all the things you thought would just show up
But while you still have your health
Flew off to find yourself in southeast Asia
A calm quarter-life crisis phase
A philosophic mess of all you’ve known…

[Outro]
You couldn’t wait to be back on your couch alone…
Hey, Petunia you’re home