here's your song

listen to this song

a plain morning-- dashboard confessional

It's yet to be determined
That the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home
And I'm glad you're not
A part of this
There's parts of me
That will be missed

And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can't tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like

It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And I've still got a day or two
Ahead of me
Til I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away

I'd like to hire a plane
I'd see you in the morning
The day is fresh
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
When the day is fresh
I'm coming home again

But its warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
There's pillows in their cases
And one of those is mine
She wrote the words
"I Love You"
And sprayed it with perfume
It's better than the fire is
To heat this lonely room
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July

It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home
And I'm glad you're not
A part of this
There's parts of me
That will be missed

And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can't tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like

It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And I've still got a day or two
Ahead of me
Til I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away

I'd like to hire a plane
I'd see you in the morning
The day is fresh
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
When the day is fresh
I'm coming home again