coming home to you

I.

I searched this town for love.
There was none to be found.
The pursuit was all that kept me here:
making me want to stick around.

Now once again I find myself
lost and so alone
something in my heart and soul
whispers silently: "It's time to go home."

II.

Each day, miles away,
I watch the calender pages fall
and the breathing trees sway-

and month and month
has gone since may,
but soon enough I'll see you

and this upside down world
will, once again, be a.o.k.

III.

So I follow the rivers
the roads and the streams-
across the mason-dixon
carrying new dreams

and all of my hope arrives
when I am finally be back
I'm at your side door
why don't you give it a crack.