Come celebrate my birthday with me.
Come celebrate my birthday with me.
Closer To My Home
c. Marty Attridge 1984
Lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Wondering why I ever headed south.
The letter that you wrote lying on my night table.
I must've read it twenty times by now.
And every time I do it don't sound right.
I know you're coming in on the next flight.
Keeps me wishing, keeps me hoping
I was closer to my home.
Ten years on the Island, Two years up the coast
It's a laugh now to think I could ever be free.
Now, here you come haunting, as I'm sharing my new bed.
Why can't you just leave me?
I fumble for the light but it takes too long.
And by the time I do the feeling's gone.
Keeps me wishing, keeps me hoping
I was closer to my home.
Yes, I remember the Island.
Summer love songs, sweat and beer.
I can still see you smiling
As I watched you disappear.
Lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Wondering why I ever headed south.
The letter that you wrote lying on my night table.
I must've read it thirty times by now.
And every time I do it don't sound right.
You walking off that plane back into my life.
Keeps me wishing, keeps me hoping
I was closer to my home, closer to my home.