Group Home

You spend your nights at the group home
I spend my nights talking to you on the telephone
We tell each other about our days
The only thing that sucks is that you live so far away

Whoah-Oh, she’s my group home baby
A lonely girl with a tolerance for me
There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend my nights with…
Whoah-Oh, she’s my group home baby
A sad girl with a tolerance for me
There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend my nights with you

Last time we talked on the telephone
You were in the hospital, you weren’t in the group home
Someone slipped acid in your drink
You took a header through a three-story window
But you’re okay…. I think

Whoah-Oh, she’s my group home baby
A lonely girl with a tolerance for me
There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend my nights with…
Whoah-Oh, she’s my group home baby
A sad girl with a tolerance for me
There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend my nights with you

And I wonder if you got away
That time you said you’d run away
You said you’d call me right before
But then you didn’t call me anymore

Whoah-Oh, she’s my group home baby
A lonely girl with a tolerance for me
There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend my nights with…
Whoah-Oh, she’s my group home baby
A sad girl with a tolerance for me
There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend my nights with you