A flower on the sill wilts with passing time
Appears standing still to the naked eye
A crow in the sky circles overhead
Throat coarse and dry from the words you said
Are you coming home were you ever there
I want to hold your hand run my fingers through your hair
You say you're not coming home I wonder if you care
I just hang up the phone it's more than I can bear
The moon brings the night a dark satin gown
We fear the light it's going down
And what am I to do when you're 22
They say your life's ahead of you
Are you coming home were you ever there
I want to hold your hand run my fingers through your hair
You say you're not coming home I wonder if you care
I just hang up the phone it's more than I can bear