last night i called from faraway
to find you scramblin' eggs all day
by god! i curse my tendency to roam
so i hung my head and shut my eyes
and listened to you heave a sigh
so heavy that i could feel it through the phone
baby, i apologize
i'm not there, i'm not there, i'm not there
and i know that you're well
and you're good
but maybe not happy
so i ask: 'who are you missin'
in that chair in the kitchen?'
you said, 'baby, won't you please
please, come home?'
last night i dreamt up a great event
the eiffel tower was a circus tent
while cleanin' cages
i'd watch you swing on a trapeze
i awoke, alone
and slightly confused
thinkin' of all i'd got to lose
and sinkin' remembered how it used to be
when my mother had me mystified
it was dark, i was young, i was scared
but she'd take me in to her arms
and send me out smilin'
& my father had me petrified
of his voice, and his words, and his beard
but his heart was of gold and i knew it
so i'd stop cryin'
they say: 'kate, you been livin',
but surely forgettin'
that honey, there's no place quite like home!'
so i'm comin' home to you
i have seen the world
and it's nothin' compared to
comin' home to you
i'm comin' home to you
released June 14, 2015
Kate MacLean - drums, vocals, accordion
Curtis Murphy - bass
Rob McLaren - guitar, vocals
Nick Maclean - piano
Steven Gore - fiddle
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