Morning, Sweetheart—how was the drive?
I'm happy to see You've arrived.
I'm all in a daze from Your natural rays.
I've got four words: will You be mine?
Can't look You in the eye, but that's fine all the same;
I'm honored You remember my name.
And I know that You'll speak if my hope is to hear it;
You'll whisper something sweet to put a song on my spirit.
These are the days I feel at home.
Soon are the days I'll be at home.
So tell me, Honey—how is Your life?
You're sure making mine pretty nice.
Pass me the pen; let's skip straight to the end.
Your three words won me over tonight.
I'm sorry that I haven't got it right,
But nevertheless, I'll keep doing my best.
Because I know that You'll cry by my side when I'm hopeless;
You'll paint a pretty sky to light a smile when I notice.
These are the days I feel at home.
Soon are the days I'll be at home.
These are the days I feel at home.
Gone are the days I walk alone.

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