Your name will ring a bell again tonight. Another plane went by and left a white line in the sky above you. And your room felt like a cell again last night. When you've seen the ocean disappear in a rear view mirror, the meaning of it all won't become much clearer. You drama queen. You coiled up in your shell with dreams of flight. The sun hit the bay in coast town far away, while you were yawning. The memory of motels was sparkling bright. When you've seen the sun getting nearer from the edge of the pier, the meaning of it all won't become much clearer. You drama queen. (Home's not where the heart is) You drama queen. So Lonely Planet's Guide to Hell was right: There's no such yearning as a heart that keeps burning with a great fire. The word farewell is a soft taste of delight. I saw faces disappear through a mist of tears, but the meaning of it all just seemed clearer and clearer. You drama queen. (Heart is where that part is that feels the least like home.) This is not yet where the world ends, This is a new part we'll have to comb. Another begins where this map ends, This is why we cannot go back home. This is not yet where the world ends, This is a new part we'll have to comb. Another begins where this map ends, This is why we cannot go back home. You drama queen. (Home's not where the heart is) You drama queen. (The heart is where that part is that feels the least like home.) My love is the parts of the atlas I have yet to roam.