Left by Home - Emily Estefan

She washed her hands

And takes all the cash for the corner

She knows it’s not right but leaves him inside

Walks towards summer

Ooo, he traces light on the wall

As he sees the sun fall and goes searching

Oh, but he’s been left by home

He washes his feet from tours on the street

Left in delis

He stands with a cab, a picture in hand

And a memory

Ooo and he never forgets

When he feels the sunset on his shoulder

Oh, that he was left by home

He speaks to footsteps in the rain

Inventing ays to feel healed

She slips away, afraid to say

Barely enough to conceal

That he was left by home

That he was left by home

That he was left, that he was left

He was left, he was left

Oh, he was left

By home