Calling Me Home

In a house by a river that cried for attention

It looked like a room, felt like a mansion

The money was spent putting food on the table

Not tin for the roof, nor paint for the gable

Sometimes it's hard to go home

I wonder now who sleeps in my room

Do they lie awake?

Do they ever wonder who lived there before?

Walked down the hallway, laughed in the kitchen

Fell down in the driveway

Cursing the seeds they had sown

Calling me home

I am the window that looks out upon the bank

Of the river that worked for so little thanks

I'm the ceiling, the burden of these four white walls

I'm the front porch that creaks when it's walked upon

I'm the chimney the roses are leaning on

I'm the dirt track that leads to the river on

Calling me home

On the day that we left, when they locked the front door

Well I took the key, don't know what I've kept it for

It's still with me at the back of my sock drawer

Familiar and useless to taunt me forevermore

Key to the door of a house

Calling me home

I am the window that looks out upon the bank

Of the river that worked for so little thanks

I'm the ceiling, the burden of these four white walls

I'm the front porch that creaks when it's walked upon

I'm the chimney the roses are leaning on

I'm the dirt track that leads to the river on

Calling me home

Now I'm stuck in traffic, it feels like it's closing in

I got a unit that I don't like living in

I got a rose in a vase on a windowsill

I got that raise but I got no time to kill

I hear the house in the field

Calling me home

I am the window that looks out upon the bank

Of the river that worked for so little thanks

I'm the ceiling, the burden of these four white walls

I'm the front porch that creaks when it's walked upon

I'm the chimney the roses are leaning on

I'm the dirt track that leads to the river on