Saag Paneer

I try sometimes to think about where I'm going
That map is dusty, it sits there in my car
But the last time I looked right at it
I crashed my car into a brand new Lexus
My insurance rates went up
I try sometimes to watch, to look where I'm going
It's best if you ignore those Back Bay street signs
Going around for miles and miles
I think I've driven far enough
Now I know where you are
Now I understand
I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home
I don't care if I crash my stupid car
I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home
I don't care if the T stop's really far
I try sometimes to write the book, to finish my thesis
This LaTeX's such a bitch, it makes me wanna die
Typing words for hours and hours
I think I've written far enough
To understand that I won't win a Nobel Prize
I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home
I don't care if I lose my stupid job
I'm coming home to you, we'll have dinner at home
I don't care if you can't make corn on the cob
I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home
I don't care if my future isn't clear
I'm coming home to you, we'll have dinner at home
I don't care if you burn the saag paneer