Ithaca

Criticize me lay beside me
Read all them wars that you don't fight
I'm here to love you I can't sleep at all anymore

A glimmer still for a better time
These humbling words: yours, his, hers, mine
The stars above you, I'm leaning home
Ithaca Ithaca

I see now I was wrong but I can't go back there baby
Without causing more problems
So wait with me here for the dawn
An ordinary miracle and the dark is gone

Ulysses I'm called and though I don't know the way
We both have been there
There's days I'd like to make things right
But I still hear sirens, still see the light!

And I feel anxious at home
Patching up a paradise my nose to the grindstone
A flea out in the storm
You're the ordinary miracle that keeps me from harm
And I guess that I'm yours
Oh how can I possibly be cured?

Criticize me lay beside me
Feel all them wars that you don't fight



Credits
Writer(s): Kirk Mc Neal Smith
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