The smell of spring is seeping in
Changing of the seasons
Won't change the state of things
Markings on the pavement
Strangers' lament, I try to follow them
But they lead nowhere
I'm coming home to you
Will you be there too?
I'm coming home to you
Will you be there too?
Mosaics in the sky
Strips of film I pass by
Memories of a love that once thrived
Flowing through telephone lines
I'm coming home to you
Will you be there too?
I'm coming home to you
Will you be there too?
If I never left
Would you have gone
Would you be here to today?
If I never left
Would you have stayed?
Reaching out
To what once was
The remnants of your scent
Your footprints in the sand