Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
The theme is you, the dream is you
Not my idea or thoughts of you
But that you are, a definite star...
She climbs in the car
Fag in mouth and hair in wind
Fiddles with the door and waves...
