Saturday, July 23, 2011

Straggler...


I left you standing at the end of the street
Told you why you could not come
But in every room it is you that I meet
Somehow you followed me home

I didn’t know I would see you again
Why is it wherever I roam
I seem to hear you laugh in the rain
Oh, somehow you followed me home

…with my morning coffee, when I go to sleep
Tell me where do you come from?
I feel the warmth of your skin on my cheek
Oh, somehow you followed me home

…somehow my heart was not in our good-bye
Somehow you don’t leave me alone
I cannot tell you the when or the why
But somehow you followed me home

J~

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