She is of the air around her From this life, or of another There are worlds within her eyes I recognize She lives between the lines Of poetry she doesn't even know she writes And anytime I try not to stare She gives me a look that holds me there I don't care how far I go She will always be home And I see her in anything beautiful 'Til I get back to her again She has her designs, I have mine And though we follow them, we make time And she leaves me simply loved and lingered on In wonder, with and of her Anywhere we are She's here and then she's far I'm asking for too much and I know it But I won't be afraid of what I feel I don't care how far I go She will always be home And I see her in anything beautiful Till I get back to her again I'll get back to her again I'll get back to her I don't care how far I go She will always be home And I see her in anything beautiful Till I get back to her again I'll get back to her again I'll get back to her again I'll get back to her again, baby I'll get back to her again