Coming Home

Tears are flowing like a river
as I slowly drive along.
Roadside flowers start to wither
as I finally come home.

Not a curve on this barren road,
years went by and I grew old.

If you'd show my past self to me
I'd hardly recognize, I'd hardly see.
The young couple who had left this house
is coming home, but not the spouse.

As everything I left, is still here,
I once again do miss you, Dear.

I want the memories to never fade,
I want to live inside them. I can not wait
to come to you, hold you tight.
A curve approaches as I say goodnight.