Are you falling with the leaves?
Or are you flowing with the piñon breeze?
Are you a warm spring in a winter stream?
Are you dreaming in your bed?
About the last good thing that you ever said
To me
The day I left you up for dead.
Turn the lights down tell me baby
When you gonna make your way
Back home to me..to me..
Make your way back home..
Way back home to me.. to me..
Make your way back home..
Way back home
Are you the sound of the falling rain?
Or notes of petrichor to smell in vain?
Do you allow yourself
To play the game?
If you wanna know where I'll be
You can find me hangin by a willow tree,
Waiting in the night
To finally set you free.
Turn the lights down tell me baby
When you gonna make your way
Back home to me..to me..
Make your way back home..
Way back home to me.. to me..
Wake your way back home..
Way back home
To me..to me..
Make your way back home
Way back home.. to me.. to me
Make your way back home
Way back home..