Tuesday 8 March 2011

Special Places

This Laurel Canyon bed's not the same without you in it,
Till you come home, yeah, I'm counting every minute.
Don't know how I manage to keep it together,
Because my world revolves around you.
So I'll sit here waiting until you touch down
And I can hold you again.

Memories of you are all I can hold onto
Until you come back home to me.
So I'll picture all of the things we've done together,
Think of the places we've been,
The things that mean so much to me;
Our special places.

It's late and I'm tired, I answer the phone -
You called to tell me goodnight,
I tell you I love you, I tell you I miss you,
You laugh and tell me the same.
I miss the warmth of your body against me,
But all I can do now is wait.

Memories of you are all I can hold onto
Until you come back home to me.
So I'll picture all of the things we've done together,
Think of the places we've been,
The things that mean so much to me;
Our special places.

Oh, I'm so tired of all this distance between us -
It kills me.
But I will stay strong, and I will hold on,
Because I know that you'll be back soon.

Staring out windows and looking in doorways
I hope somehow to find you there.
Next time you call me, you're letting me know that you're days away from here,
The hardest part's over, the waiting is through, now I can almost see you
So baby, until I do

Memories of you are all I can hold onto
Until you come back home to me.
So I'll picture all of the things we've done together,
Think of the places we've been,
The things that mean so much to me;
Our special places.
Babe, please come back home soon
to me and our special places.

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