The Killers In Another Life

Is this the life you chose yourself Or just how it ended up Is that the yard you pictured when You closed your eyes and dreamed Of children in the grass running through the sprinklers Being somebody s wife Or were you living in another life When will I make it home When I damn well feel like driving Down these empty streets That burn though our birthright I passed a couple of kids holding hands in the street tonight They reminded me of us in another life Am I the man of your desire Or just a guy from your hometown Are these the arms that you saw when you Pictured yourself wrapped around Baby, I can vouch for the hopeless dreamer When you look at me, am I the man you hoped I d be When will I make it home When that jukebox in the corner Stops playing country songs of stories that sound like mine I spent my best years laying rubber on a factory line I wonder what I would ve been in another life In another life In another life In another life