Home sick ready to go home
ready to pull the sword right out of the stone
missing my memories and my life
looking at my reflection in this knife
i think about the past
remembering what i said to you last
ready to pack up and go to you
waiting to hold you and see you too
the days pass and i sit and wait
been away for a week straight
this heart is confused and even dazed and weary
till i see you this soul will be dreary
my thoughts are with you in this time
but you know everything can change on a dime
