when i come home … dusty, scram­bled and weary

leave a light on
just be there, be my home
and i will be your loving stone
now take my head and take my hair
let me rest wit­hout des­pair
leave a light on
when i feel exhaus­ted and drai­ned
Not­hing ven­tu­red, not­hing gai­ned
no need to explain but the look in your eyes
my thoughts on mid­night depths and highs