Hometime

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 --- Hometime - Alison Moyet