Won't Be Coming Home

                                  He is reaching up for climbing

Ropes hanging down below

I see the children smiling

No need to let it show



I know, I won't be coming home

No more



The street in sidewalk borders

Stretch out beyond the scenes

The sweet and dark emotions

Every day hopes and dreams



My God, I know who's waiting

Beneath the bedroom floor

Her eyes anticipating

I'm reaching every move



I know, I won't be coming home

No more



All I ever wanted

Was to turn from my side

All I ever wanted

Was to turn from my side



The rake is scratching harder

The half drawn window shade

Like any empty memory

The colors seem to fade



My God, I know who's waiting

Beneath the bedroom floor

Remember summer showers

Outside the cabin walls



I know, I won't be coming home

No more