Come Back - Fred Thomas

On the day that we met you were packing your bags

Getting ready to move far away

You had so much to say you could not be contained

You had to get out of the place

And I fell in love with the sound of your smile

Before I heard the sound of your voice

I was staring at you in your bright baby blue

You were leaving the room

Come back, come back, come back

You were in town for a couple of days

One of which was the fourth of July

So we sat in my yard and we stared at the sky

It was the happiest day of my life

Then you were off to Chicago and I couldn’t follow

So naturally I stayed behind

And I laid in the grass for a year and a half

And waited for you to

Come back, come back, come back

And I see my movies with another boy now

And I wait to hear that secret sound

And I listen for you talking to yourself

From town to town

Come back, come back, come back