he is reaching up for climbing
ropes hanging down below
I see the children smiling
no need to let it show

I know, I wonâ??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 whoâ??s waiting
beneath the bedroom floor
her eyes anticipating
Iâ??m reaching every move

I know, I wonâ??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 whoâ??s waiting
beneath the bedroom floor
remember summer showers
outside the cabin walls

I know, I wonâ??t be coming home
no more