7.17.2003

Come Home

I got lost in the candle flame
thought I heard you calling my name
so I let my soul float up to the rafters
chasing the echoes of your laughter

when will you come home?

Brooklyn skies are baby blue
boy I'm lonely, lonely for you
the window is cold but my hands burn
wait for the stranger to return

when will you come home?

weary of running my own defense
pull me under you and it all makes sense

when will you come home?