I read your name and interests
And I got a funny feeling
Deep inside
We had some things in common
You said you been out of the whole scene for a while
I guess we’re supposed to meet
It said so on the printed sheet
There’s just one thing that you should know…
I still live at home
I still live at home
It’s not so bad
A door leads down to my basement bedroom from outside
Upstairs
They don’t care when my friends
Drop by for surprise visits
Late at night
I guess we’re supposed to meet
It said so on the printed sheet
There’s just one thing that you should know…
I still live at home
I still live at home
If we went back to my place
I would light up scented candles
No one would dare disturb us
We’d be all alone
And if things did get serious
It would be convenient
To walk right up the stairs
And have you meet my folks
I guess we’re supposed to meet
It said so on the printed sheet
There’s just one thing you should know…
I still live at home
I still live at home
I still live at home
I still live at home
Another great imagery comes with this song. I imagine a guy in college still living with his parents in the basement. The bedroom is filled with artifacts that tell you a lot about who lives there. I love the violins during the break/crescendo. Or is that a synthesizer. It reminds of friends I knew during the rites of passage time in life. Beautifully melancholy.