Almost Home

Take me back to my cul de sac
And nowhere else
The garden show is overgrown and wonderful
And I stand out by the window to see them all come in
Just like I have done before
And long have I roamed
Now I'm almost home

Runnin' down the stairs
The child's life is fair, ethereal
And comin' round the block
Never mind the lock, oh imperative

Oh, and I find it, and I feel
Forever, no feel, when I cry
Go right, and I've traveled for too long
And I am almost home



Credits
Writer(s): Franklin Brady, Thomas George Langford
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