COMING HOME By Tom Jensen
From the first moment
I picked up my pen
To write her a poem
I was never the same
My passion keeps on
Calling out her name
As I became changed
Forever by a single day
This light of another morning's dawn
To me is a fresh page of my life's book
Since I've been searching for so long
I've only got a few places left to look
Have you seen her?
The one with the sparkles
of diamonds in her eyes?
She's got a heart of gold
Rock n' Roll deep inside her soul;
a tongue that never lies
Yes I saw her once
But I let her slip away
Her picture's worth one million words
So there's a lot more I could say
I've sketched her into memory
Until we shall get to meet again
As I watch her delicate footprints
Tiptoe across my mind's eye lense
Since time heals...
whatever life deals
I never get upset
and still feel no regret
Will we find ourselves together...
will things get better?
Yes, my guess
is that I'd take that bet
Yeah, because I've been waiting for my baby
Longer, much longer, than anybody should
Someday the girl who used to tell me, "Maybe..."
I'll say, "Well at least now I knew she would"
Then whenever I get lonely
And my mind begins to roam
I'll be thinking of how much I love her
And how long it will be before she comes home