beneath the leaves
its where you found me.
Under the streetlight
and next to the porch swing
its where I found you.
Welcome back....hellloooo
Welcome back....come hooooome
to me.
Down the dead grass
I listen to years past
there go the stories
Open and closing
it flows like a hot spring
that wont run dry
Welcome back....hellloooo
Welcome back....come hooooome
to me.
Even with the skyline
dancing in time
to song in our heads
