The Bells

And 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 feel 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 breath 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 sit 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 your room alone

I must have drifted off just staring at your clothes

Is he 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