home
< 2003-06-02 - 3:34 p.m. >

groceries in hand, i fetch the keys out of my pocket

a smile takes over my face, i walk in the door to all that i own

check the answering machine, turn on the tv and grab a beer from the fridge.

this is it, where i've walked into, this is a place called home

no awkward glances, frowning face

make dinner on the stove, wash up

shower and shave, boxers with a robe

turn off the tv and draw back the sheets, switch off the light.

this is it, where i've walked into, this is a place called home

no awkward glances, frowning face

this is home, this is home

what i like to call home, i call it home

but...

home is without you

written by gavin brice