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.
You looking sad across the table
And me wishing I were able
To make some mirth have birth in those blue eyes...
Three boats ride at anchor in the calm night
Warning lights winking without respite
And the far headlands to left and right...
