By the mound of crumpled gas receipts.
I’m sure you’ll joke
That I’m the finder of lost things,
Still I had to call
Just to get this off my mind
I wish to God
That I could finally help you find
The way we lost.
I know your heart.
I’m going to be here when you’re ready to come
home.
I know you’re sick
I know your mind is a lonesome place to live
I know the kids
Take more than you can give
But I saw your eyes
When you cradled our baby into life
No job
Could make you reach a higher height
You’re not your wage.
You’re no one’s monkey in a goddamn cage.
I’m going to be here when you’re ready to come home.
Don’t forget
When you’re tangled up in your head
Nothing ties us down–
We can climb up a whim.
See, I’m with you
If it’s crazy you want to do.
We’ll start again
Out on the coast
Or up in the mountains
I’m ready to go
I’ll list the house
We’ll get it sold
Buy an old van
Do school on the road
I don’t even care
Where we end up
When we were two kids
Just stupid in love
I told you the same
I’ll say it again
as long as we’re happy
you can count me in.
You’re not your wage
You’re no one’s monkey in a goddamn cage.
I’m going to be here when you’re ready to come home.
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