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 streets and sidewalk borders
Stretch out beyond the scenes
The sweet and dark emotions
Everyday hopes and dreams

My God, I know who's waiting
Beneath the bedroom floor
Her eyes anticipating
Our each and 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