I Come Home To You

Warm summer night with a cold front coming
Storm clouds in the Western sky
It just feels like everything is waiting.

I’m strumming like a madman.
She’s singing like it matters somehow.
We could just drive through the night like outlaws.

Let them change the names of their prophets,
Let’s see if that matters
Let them do what they do.
You and I, we go way back below that chatter,
Some things just stay true.
I come home to you.

Pool hall, late night running Your smile’s just stunning.
Early things I recall.
Swaying to the jukebox song

Not caring how long.
Likely, we were just lucky fools.
Some folks still say, we’re just lucky fools.

I spend too much time in my head; you know I do.
All the more reason my heart is better off with you.

Still strumming like a madman.
Still singing like it matters somehow.
We could just drive through the night like outlaws.
Let’s just drive through the night like lucky fools.

You and I, we go way back, and buried beneath that chatter
Is how much I need you.
I come home to you.
I come home to you.