i only knew you from three months of tour and a cellular phone we talked of the midwest and i learned all of that you left behind oh and the loss runs deep your father and a friend are rug pulled from your feet but i ll try and give you a place to lay your tired head and hide your lonely face there s a bed waiting for you there s a light that i left on there s a purpose in the distance in the things that i ve done wrong you came to stay with us a week in the south you weren t missing much the day that you left it rained and the cold weather up north was calling your name so i helped you pack your bags folding your shirts the clothes on your back home never felt so far and the morning i found sweaters you dropped in my front yard there s a bed waiting for you there s a light that i left on there s a purpose in the distance in the things that i ve done wrong be careful how you hold yourself i know you worry what might happen but i swear it won t so i m waiting for your voice to make a sound but i know every word before they leave your mouth there s a place that you live in a town that you call home there s a state that you visit but you never stay too long
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