home

sometimes i learn to wait another turn
often i get anxious and a tad too concerned
maybe it's the winter i think the post got lost
it's not as if there is a santa claus

where are you now it's been a while
every place you visit i count the miles
every year you stray a little farther from home
it's another holiday spent alone

sometimes i wish you weren't so free
often i wish you had taken me
maybe instead of a card or letter
this time it's you i wish all the better

there is a hill we used to climb
and a church where all the bells chime
the snow still falls when you are gone
but there is a chorus missing from the song

this year i stop waiting for the sign
miracles are for much needier kinds
if you ever stare out the airplane and see your home
i can guarantee you it's better than paris or rome