Andrea Daly: Music

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You have the prettiest eyes. / You’re getting taller in the pictures they send me. / I bet I could get there in an hour as the crow flies, / Leave this needy world behind.

Gonna pack up my clothes, gonna get on the road, / To fill this hole in my heart. / Don’t want a year to go by before I can fly back To where you are.

That’s why – I’m comin’ home. / I’ll be there to see your face when you wake up. / Cause God knows it’s been too long / That I’ve been singing your song.

Charming as a butterfly and fickle as the wind. / Occasionally stubborn. Well, always stubborn, just like your kin. / A furtive smile, a wild child hiding behind your mannered grace. / And I don’t get to see any of it, ‘till I’m in this place.

It’s safe here, within these walls, / And I’m on my way. Baby –

I’m comin’ home. / I’ll be there to see you smile when you open your eyes. / Cause God knows it’s been too long / That I’ve been singing you’re song.

Days go slowly till you’re mine. / But someday you’ll awake to find, / That it’s your turn to walk this road, / Pick up and pack up your clothes and come and find me. / But in the meantime,

I’m comin’ home. / It won’t be long.

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