Won't Be Coming Home

He is reaching up for climbing Ropes hanging down below I see the children smiling No need to let it show I know I won't be coming home No more The street in sidewalk borders Stretch out beyond the scenes The sweet and dark emotions Every day hopes and dreams My God! I know who's waiting Beneath the bedroom floor Her eyes anticipating I'm reaching every move I know I won't be coming home No more All I ever wanted Was to turn from my side All I ever wanted Was to turn from my side The rake is scratching harder The half drawn window shade Like any empty memory The colors seem to fade My God! I know who's waiting Beneath the bedroom floor Remember summer showers Outside the cabin walls I know I won't be coming home No more