[Intro] [Verse 1] Gate slides, headlights, tires on the stone, [Verse 1] Gate slides, headlights, tires on the stone, Whole place lights in sections when it knows I’m coming home. Black glass, brass trim, tailored midnight blue, Got a hallway big enough to lose an afternoon. Gold face, cold case, custom-fit keys, Even my footsteps sound expensive underneath. Art on the wall, they said, “Watch it appreciate,” Wish I could make a Friday night do the same. Liquid assets in the cellar, vintage by the case, Saved ’em for occasions that keep getting pushed away. Twelve chairs at the table, chandelier above, Set the whole place up for company, but company never comes. [Pre-Chorus] Got the view, got the keys, Got the city underneath my feet. From the outside, what a sight, You should see this place at night. [Chorus] All the lights on, all the lights on, Let the neighbors see the life I built. Every window dressed in gold, Every room a movie still. All the lights on, all night long, Got everything I said I’d own. From the street it looks like heaven, You’d swear somebody’s home. [Post-Chorus] Oh-oh, all the lights on, Oh-oh, all night long. [Verse 2] High ceilings, high yield, high-end renovations, Low contact, no plans, unread invitations. Open floor plan, closed doors, contradiction, Bought the perfect dining room, lost the dinner tradition. Made a killing, killed weekends, cut checks, cut ties, Had a whole lot of figures, had a shortage of time. Said I’d call when the contracts cleared, Cleared one, cleared two, disappeared for years. Money kept compounding, so did everything I missed, Had a list of celebrations, put a line through the list. Paid a fortune for the artwork, photographs still boxed, Got a home worth a fortune, but forgot what home costs. [Pre-Chorus 2] Got the view, got the keys, Got more rooms than I’ll ever need. From the outside, what a sight, But there’s something wrong tonight. [Chorus] All the lights on, all the lights on, Let the neighbors see the life I built. Every window dressed in gold, Every room a movie still. All the lights on, all night long, Got everything I said I’d own. From the street it looks like heaven, You’d swear somebody’s home. [Bridge — Execute: Drums stop. Low guitar note sustains. Footsteps across the empty dining room.] [Automated house voice — Calm, neutral] “Welcome home.” “Would you like to activate entertainment mode?” [Two-second silence] [Jack — Quiet, almost spoken] For who? [Bridge continuation] There’s a bottle with a date I never opened, For who? [Bridge continuation] There’s a bottle with a date I never opened, There’s a chair for every promise I postponed. I can buy another evening, But I can’t buy back the ones I’ve blown. [Final Chorus] All the lights on, all the lights on, Let the neighbors see the life I built. Every window dressed in gold, Every room a movie still. All the lights on, all night long, Got everything I said I’d own. From the street it looks like heaven, You’d swear somebody’s home. [Outro] [Softly] You’d swear somebody’s home. You’d swear somebody’s home.
