Scared of moving on
I like the way things have been
Not ready for the change
Can't handle the rearrange
Rubber hitting road
I'm alone and on the phone
No answer again this time
But I find it so alright
I know you're coming home, tonight
I'm older and bolder
And colder on my shoulder
Not personal, it never was
But somehow, I find it is
Yesterday I couldn't say
I knew the way to really pay
What I owe, know that I owe
And maybe I always will
I'm glad you're coming home, tonight