The Homefront

Where I live you spend half the time in the cold,
Summer burns the autumn into gold.
May's a sweet reminder, her feathered winds do blow.
41 years a wanderin' its the only home i've known.

I wanna get back there..
Grown weary on my own.
I wanna get back there..
Those days have flown.
I wanna get back there..
Young. Beauty in my ar.ms.
I wanna get back there..
Civil ways and charms.

So many years I strung out all my time,
head in the water and heart on the vine.
With nothing soft and tender, was love within my reach?
Tethered fast in darkness, sunken soul besieged.

I wanna get back there..
Grown weary on my own.
I wanna get back there..
Those days have flown.
I wanna get back there..
Young. Beauty in my arms.
I wanna get back there..
Civil ways and charms.

Sunday morning, a journey once begun,
From the firs step in the shallows always on the run.
Lessons, often simple, hit hard on their return.
Then you wake up smiling, no bitter sands to burn.

I wanna get back there..
Grown weary on my own.
I wannna get back there..
Those days have flown.
I wanna get back there..
Young. Beauty in my arms.
I wanna get back there..
Civil ways and charms