"'Come home soon,'
He hears it as she slips away;
Over these miles of separation
He can still feel it every time she breaks down
The tears that slide across his cheek are not his own.
She'll throw things, like she always does,
Scream at no one because the house is empty
Save for her music,
Slow and saddening to fit this moment.
She'll contemplate the blade
But remember her words to him
Promises amidst passion,
But promises just the same.
So she'll hide out in her room
Surrounded by pictures and
'Fast Cars and Freedom'
Since that song reminds her of so much
Like that longing look
And his kiss beside the old blue Nova.
Then something will strike that one chord,
That tender heartstring linked to
And he'll feel the warmth as
She dries her eyes
Because he knows her every move
Before she even thinks it.
She'll crawl into bed,
Almost laughing at the memory
Of some funny face or
Him tapping on her window at 3AM,
And he'll hear her prayer
Of love and
'Come home soon.' "