I left my boots out by the door like I always do Same stack of magazines by the the kitchen sink is nothin' new Same view out my bedroom window Same whistle every time the wind blows Came back a different me, but, it's good to see the same old you
I packed my bags like a bat out of hell Said "I'm all good all by myself" But here I am again, it's been too long old friend If floors could cry, and the walls could talk I hope they'd say it ain't your fault Standin' on your front porch, I can see I left you, but you never left me
I bet you knew that I'd be back the day you watched me go Now here you are all open-arms though I told you so Cross stitched pillows sayin', "Home sweet home" Ain't moved an inch since I've been gone They kept these part of me, I haven't seen in so long
I packed my bags like a bat out of hell Said "I'm all good all by myself" But here I am again, it's been too long old friend If floors could cry, and the walls could talk I hope they'd say, "It ain't your fault" Standin' on your front porch, I can see I left you, but you never left me You never left me
When I packed my bags like a bat out of hell Said "I'm all good all by myself" Here I am again These floors cried, and these walls talked Wanderin' far, don't mean you're lost Being back is all so bittersweet I left you, but you never left me You never left me
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