The Bells - From Indian Lakes

And I walk the long way home again

I was afraid that you would see my face

And ask me where I’ve been

And I wait for something to begin

But I’m getting older and

My days are wearing oh, so thin

To the creek where we fell in again

But I fell in again

And I pulled you in as well

But I don’t think I could’ve learned to swim

Without you there to keep my head up

Long enough to breathe the air that you breathed too

To the church where I cast out my sins

They said I could wash my feet

But never walk again

And we sit in the same seat every Sunday

But I couldn’t hear a single word they said

While your hand is barely, barely touching mine

And I woke up in your room alone

I must have drifted off just staring at your clothes

Is he yours or is it someone else’s now?

No matter the days away

I’ll keep it ready

Waiting for the day that you come home