A Plain Morning



It's yet to be determined

but the air is thick

and my hope is feeling worn

i'm missing home

and i'm glad you're not a part of this

there's parts of me that will be missed

and the phone is always dead to me

so I can't tell you

the tempurature is dropping

and it feels like

it's colder than it oughta be in march

and i've still got a day or two ahead of me

till i'll be heading home

into your arms, again

and the people here are asking after you

it doesn't make it easier

it doesn't make it easier to be away

I'd like to hire a plane

and see you in the morning

when the day is fresh,

i'm coming home again

coming home again

coming home again

when the day is fresh,

i'm coming home again

well, it's warmer where you're waiting

it feels more like july

there's pillows in their cases

and one of those is mine

and you wrote the words,