before us. Ah just one kind look. From the LADY of the LAMP. Lean down from the sky to guide us. A faded flower in her lily-white hand. On her long slow dance towards her LOVER. It's the MOON going HOME
Sittin' in a railway station with my suitcase in my hand. Goin' back where I came from, I've had more than I can stand. Of watchin' men destroy my dreams, they picked my brain till it was. Clean
Song I'M Comin' Home - Robert Earl Keen. Packed my suitcase, I racked my brain. Bought a ticket on the late night train. Took a taxi through the pourin' rain. I'm comin' home to you Flew from
shelter from the cold and the pain . Someone to cover, safe from the rain . And all I want is to be home . . Echoes and silence, patience and grace . All of these moments I'll never replace . No fear of my