The Rake

You found a home
A settled land of light
Our traditions, our times
As you kiss her right

I'm back to finding
I'm back to finding

Regret's a fool's errand
Unbeknownst to me
Hulking for such love
Despite it's availability

I'm back to finding
I'm back to finding

A rake I must seem
As to in-the-pink views
Was it I who did not allow
Intimacy imbued

I'm back to finding
I'm back to finding

A shut in, a warhead
Ample in blow and bite
Too tough and sour mouthed
To melt in maudlin light

I'm back to finding

Or was it you all along?
A rift in idyllic wood
Staying put for harvest's song
Crop was tried for all it's good

And I'm back to finding
(La la la la what's in a home)
(La la la la what makes a home)
(La la la la what's in a home)
(La la la la what makes a home)
Back to finding
(La la la la what's in a home)
(La la la la what makes a home)
(La la la la what's in a home)
(La la la la what makes a home)

Perhaps it was the hour
Eternalizing a confounded us
A river with no junction
Crossings shorn of trusts

I'm back to finding
I'm back to finding