Come from Exit Plan by Eliot Wilder

Every night around this time
I look out my front door
I look past the dead oak on the lawn
It’s always such an eyesore
I keep on looking to see if you’re coming
I feel my broken heart thrumming

When will you come
When will you come
When will you come
Come on home
When will you come
When will you come

Every morning when I wake up
I look across my old bed
Am I seeing your sweet face
Or am I dreaming it instead
Don’t think I’ll stop ruminating
As long your memory is resonating

How long will I wait
Till you come on home to me
How long will I live with this pain
When I am just aching to be

Every day I try to live my life
Live it like I’m truly alive
But I never seem to quite cut it
I get swallowed in all of the jive
Maybe sometime you might think of me
And just that thought would set me free

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