Out on the tree branch

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