It's warmer where you're waiting It feels more like July
There's pillows in their cases and one of those is mine
It doesn't make it easier to be away
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like
It is colder than it ought to be in March
It doesn't make it easier
And the phone is always dead to me
It doesn't make it easier
Comin' home again, comin' home again
It feels more like July, it feels more like July
I'm comin' home again, I'm comin' home again
Till I'll be heading home into your arms again
It is colder than it ought to be in March
There are parts of me that will be missed
And the people here are asking after you
I'm missing home and I'm glad you're not a part of this
And the people here are asking after you
Till I'll be heading home into your arms again
When the day is fresh, I'm comin' home again
And I still have a day or two ahead of me
It is warmer where you're waiting
And I still have a day or two ahead of me
I'm missing home and I'm glad you're not a part of this
When the day is fresh, I'm comin' home again
And the phone is always dead to me
As you wrote the words I love you and sprayed it with perfume
It doesn't make it easier to be away
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like
It is better than the fire is to heat this lonely room
I'd like to hire a plane, I'd see you in the morning
And it is yet to be determined
But the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn
When the day is fresh I'm comin' home again
I'd like to hire a plane, I'd see you in the morning
There are parts of me that will be missed