You sort of left in a hurry

Maybe you left something behind

We were hoping you were happy

Maybe you had what you went to find

But if you find you just can’t phone

Those voices just too hard to hear

Well, I’m sending you this message
I hope it rings through loud and clear.

 

You can be afraid of the wild tornado

You can live in fear of the thieves that roam

You can be afraid of heights and airplanes

But don’t you be afraid to come home

Don’t you be afraid to come home.

 

Perhaps with words I have been careless

Did I touch your tender scar

Did you think that it would matter

I know exactly who you are

You know its fashioned in the bargain

A love once bought shall not be sold

You can take away your person

But this gem I’ll always hold.

 

You know the door is always open

The fire in the hearth

I hear the doorknob turning

But its just the beating of my heart.

 

All your dread is wasted worry

Of what I may or may not say

Though unspeakable your burden

Don’t you think I love you anyway?

But if you find you just can’t phone

Those voices just too hard to hear

Well I’m sending you this message

I hope it rings through loud and clear.

 

© 1991 Pamela Cardullo Ortiz