Shame is a face that I've tried to erase
For the last seven miles, the highway has tried
To keep pace with my rubber band cage
And my night-life exchange
It's the thrill of the chase
So I open the door and the house still asleep without me
I trip up the stairs, quiet footsteps prepare
For the already open door
I move like a cat, without light I adapt
Like I've done so many times before
And my wife still asleep, without me