jesse come home there’s a hole
in the bed where we slept
now it’s growing cold
hey jesse your face in the place
where we lay by the hearth
all apart it hangs on my heart
and i’m keeping the light on the stairs
no i’m not scared
i wait for you
hey jesse it’s lonely
come home
jesse the floors and the boards
recalling your steps
and i remember too
all the pictures are fading
they’re shaded in gray
but i still set a place on the table at noon
and i’m leaving the light on the stairs
and i’m not scared
i wait for you
hey jesse i’m lonely
come home
jesse the spread on the bed
it’s like when you left
i kept it for you
all the blues and the greens
have been recently cleaned
and it’s seemingly new
hey jess me and you
we’ll swallow the light on the stair
we’ll do up my hair
we’ll sleep unaware
hey jesse it’s lonely
come home
Artist: Roberta Flack
Year: 1973
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 87