Day so sweet,
my home is calling me
back to the quiet streets,
back to your well-worn sheets,
and I have seen your light,
lost in my mind's dark night,
the sleep on your window seat
silently calling me.And I will be waiting for you like the many...
I will be waiting for you like the many
fools I have known.Talking slow,
your words know what you won't show.
The silence you leave between
speaks more of where you've been.
And these streets all look the same,
but I don't recall their names.
And I can see you still,
standing on Ruckers Hill.And I will be waiting for you like the many...
I will be waiting for you like the many
fools I have known,
fools I have known.Talking slow,
your words know what you won't show.
The silence you leave between
speaks more of where you've been.
And these streets all look the same,
but I don't recall their names.
And I can see you still,
standing on Ruckers Hill.And I will be waiting for you like the many...
I will be waiting for you like the many...
I will be waiting for you like the many...
fools I have known,
fools I have known,
fools I have known,
fools I have known.Day so sweet,
my home is calling me,
my home is calling me.