I walk the long way home again I was afraid that you would see my face And ask me where I've been And I wait for something to begin But I'm getting older and My days are wearing oh, so thin To the creek where we fell in again But I fell in again And I pulled you in as well But I don't think I could've learned to swim Without you there to keep my head up Long enough to breathe the air that you breathe too To the church where I cast out my sins They said I could wash my feet But never walk again And we sat in the same seat every Sunday But I couldn't hear a single word they said While your hand is barely, barely touching mine And I woke up in your room alone I must have drifted off just staring at your clothes Is it yours or is it someone else's now? No matter the days away I'll keep it ready Waiting for the day that you come home