When I'm Home

Easing myself with a calm tone of an old song
Heading south down the road of an old town
The days are set by the quiet things of the ordinary
The nights are quite beside the fire of my own hearth

And I calm myself for all is said and done
The empty phase of my lonely days is gone
verse

Words and scenes, folded old memories
A sort of a sweet daydream, that keeps coming back to me
While I follow the steps of an old dimmed treasure
Far away, in a distant dream of mine

So the morning comes with another day
Greeting birds in a distant place
For now, what I've left of loneliness is over

When I'm Home
When I'm Home

But there's a part of a broken heart
Oblivious souls pulled apart
For your empty nights and teary-eyed
Are my vague longing and anxious mind

I ask myself, where would you be? Would you tell me if you see me?
And I ask myself, will I ever be with you?

In Our Home
In Our Home
In Our Home
In Our Home