Gone is the last stain of ink from the sky
Somebody's talking and won't tell you why
So you ask them to stay when you want them to fly

And you try not to think of tomorrow's goodbye

Hometime hometime

Oh how I long to see a friend of mine
Somewhere he's still waiting
Somewhere his heart's saying

She will be coming for me
She'll be coming for me


Hometime hometime
I'll know his name and he'll remember mine
Let him be just for me

Let him be poetry
Wait for me patiently
Wait for me


Hometime hometime
Oh how I long to see a friend of mine

Somewhere he's still waiting
Watching the door for his "she"
To be calling…it's me

And this morning is free