Homesick (Sheryl Crow)

I've gotten used to being gone Silhouettes and unmade beds And more and more when I'm alone I think of you I'm getting tired of going nowhere But it's all I ever do But I can turn this thing around Guess I don't want to I turn the key, open up the door I sit my suitcase down on the hardwood floor And I call your name, and I climb the stairs Then I realize that you're not there And I get homesick I get homesick I get homesick For anywhere but home I think I used to have the answers Oh but now I just don't know Well that question still hangs on Why did I let you go? Why did I let you go? I turn the key, open up the door I sit my suitcase down on the hardwood floor And I call your name, and I climb the stairs Then I realize that you're not there And I get homesick I get homesick I get homesick For anywhere but home I keep wishing I'll lose my mind time and time again There's a picture of it in my head Of me and you up there I get homesick I get homesick I get homesick For anywhere but home Anywhere but home I get homesick I get homesick (Oh yes I do) I get homesick For anywhere but... Anywhere but home Oh but anywhere but home 'Cause I miss you