There’s not much about my life that I currently feel the need to say that isn’t said in this song.
As the weather begins to cool. As the brisk morning air actually makes me want to walk outside. As the evening breeze begins to carry the first of the liberated leaves. As I sit, drinking the first real coffee I’ve had in months. Eating my Peruvian dark chocolate ice cream and mint brownie. I stare out the window into the cool dark night. As people begin to bundle and their coat tails flap in the wind. As people begin to lean against me for warmth. I think. Man. This is way too much chocolate what the hell was I thinking. Nuzzled in my high back leather chair at this marvelous wooden table. Friends circled all around. Discussing our favorite memories of the weekend. Talking with the new kids about all they learned and listening to views through the eyes of the innocent. That joy of getting to go back. To almost relive something for the first time through someone else’s eyes. Listening to the old war stories of those that have been around far longer than I. I just curl up in a nest of contentment. As we all discuss plans for the future. As they try to convince me to move to them. Far away from here. Not many thoughts cross my mind. The primary of those, though. What if I go? What will happen to us? Will I ever see you? I know I won’t. I don’t often see you now. But, rarely is better than never. It’s those rare days that make it all worth while. All the waiting. Hoping. Wishing. All the lonely nights. All the feelings of being lost…. As falls sets in… Just come on home. I need my companion. To drive through the mountain and look at the leaves. To get coffee and just drive no where at all. To cuddle up in a blanket on a front porch swing. To take an evening nap in a softly swaying hammock. To go and see all the Christmas lights. To put up our own. To actually have a tree. To have a reason to have a tree. To make all the fattening little balls of sugar to eat and call it holiday tradition. .. Just come on home.
It’s okay to have scars, they will make you who you are.
It’s okay to have fears, as long as you’re not scared of coming here.
And in the middle of the night, call if you want to talk,
‘cus you know, that I want to talk too.
It’s not bad of you too think of what might go wrong,
but you can’t blame me for secretly hoping that I’ll prove you wrong.
It’s okay, that I pray, that you will miss your flight, and have to stay with me another night.
And it’s brutal, it’s brutal, why can’t you see?
It’s brutal, it’s brutal, where have you been?
‘Cus we’re far apart and my lonely heart finds it hard to get through the night.
You pull me out of the dark and now it’s light.
You pull me out of the dark and now it’s light.
When we’re out in the market, and out on the streets,
I’ve got a pocket full of problems and a pocket full of seeds.
Hoping something good might grow out of this mistletoe,
and I won’t have to erase your memory.
I like the way that our arguments stop when we fall asleep,
and the way that your body feels when it’s wrapped around me,
and I’d like it, if you made it to mine by Christmas Eve
so you can hold me.
And we’ll watch Christmas TV.
So come on home,
just come on home.
Just come on home,
just come on home.
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