Home again, and a meme

Home safe, though kind of exhausted. Why do holidays have to end?

And a meme, stolen from seajules:

Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
(English songs only, because I'm not up to translating most of the other languages!

And finally the silence
Heard you today, that isn't my name, you were fast asleep.
I was born in a forked-tongued story,
And even though the moment passed me by,
When it hurts too much to pretend,
Tonight I'm so alone.

The last time I saw you, you turned away.
The sidewalk bends where your house ends.
He and I had something beautiful;
Am I alone in this?
Black fingernails, red wine.

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing,
I need to know if you were real.
Strokes of dark, a brush of light,
You, you got me,
Sweeping up plaster.

Good morning sun,
Hello, hello.
Well, I’m looking for an old soul.
Someone is waiting,
I'm driving to your house.