How it was to come home.

Tell me all about your good luck stories,

and just as you saw her,

and how it was to come home

rather early but the heart has paid off well,

over glazed eyes,

well mine are too.

still morning, and the frost is breaking,

beneath each foot step,

and beyond the fields and such,

tell me all about your hopeful breathing,

we'll catch on the ripples,

we'll circle out together...

kinda funny how it all went by so fast,

kinda killing me,

and i know you know this too

a grey afternoon,

all set for a last kiss,

ill grab your collar,

and you'll grab mine dear.