Home Is Where The Heart Is
A breeze is creeping under your doorway as you fall asleep alone in the cold. and the beaches are glowing calm and deep. and aside from the silence, all that's there to keep you from running right back to the start are the pictures that are hanging on your walls. and I bet you've thought to yourself, "if only I..." but now your screaming on your knees- "WAIT! DON'T RUN AWAY WITH OUT ME. It's not worth leaving now it's all right, oh it's all okay" and when you're out on the porch, you're singing one, two, three. you've too much time to think, so much time. and I wonder if you ever try to hear those footsteps in our rooms, in our house. do you ever feel my words brush the back of your neck at night? well I just thought that you should know I think we're running our course. so many times we've moved- more than your oldest pair of walking shoes. our heals were begging, our hearts are telling us, they're screaming, "it's time to let go"