Almost Home

(Mary Chapin Carpenter/Beth Nielson Chapman/Annie Roboff) I saw my life this morning Lying at the bottom of a drawer All this stuff I'm saving God knows what this junk is for And whatever I believed in This is all I have to show What the hell were all reasons For holding on for such dear life Here's where I let go I'm not running I'm not hiding I'm not reaching I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open Gonna pull my soul in And I'm almost home I saw you this morning You were staring back at me From an ancient photograph Stuck between some letters and some keys I was lost just for a moment In the ache of old goodbyes Sometimes all that we can know is There's no such thing as no regrets But baby it's all right I'm not running I'm not hiding I'm not reaching I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open Gonna pull my soul in And I'm almost home But there's no such thing as no regrets And baby it's alright I'm not running I'm not hiding I'm not reaching I'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open Gonna pull my soul in And I'm almost home