Calling Me Home

A house on the river that cries for attention

That looked like a ruin, but felt like a mansion

The money was spent to put food on the table

No tin for the roof, or paint for the gables

Sometimes you just can't go home

I wonder now who sleeps in my room

Do they lie awake

Do they ever wonder who lived here before, and walked up the hallway

Who laughed in the kitchen, and fell in the driveway

And cried for the seeds they had sown, and called this place home

I am the window that looks out across the banks

Of the river who works for so little thanks

I'm the ceiling that wouldn't be here without walls

I'm the floorboards that creaks when it's walked upon

I'm the chimney that roses are leanin' on

I'm the dirt path that leads to the river

Callin' me home

Now I'm stuck in traffic, feels like it's closin' in

I got a unit, that I don't like livin' in

I got a rose in a vase on the windowsill

I got that raise, but I got no time to kill

I've a house in the field callin' me home

I am the window that looks out across the banks

Of the river who works for so little thanks

I'm the ceiling that wouldn't be here without walls

I'm the floorboards that creaks when it's walked upon

I'm the chimney that roses are leanin' on

I'm the dirt path that leads to the river

Callin' me home