Missing Home

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Sunday afternoon after church

In the back yard, kids in the dirt

Holding you and a glass of wine

There's nothing better than wasting time

Monday morning you're on the road

We work our fingers to the bone

It's such shame that we have to be

So far apart to make ends meet

I know you have to be away

But without you it's just not same

Missing you is missing home

It's so quiet without the jingle of your keys in the door

This bed is fit for a king but I just can't get comfortable

And it's just a house when I'm here all alone

Missing you

Is missing home

They Say

Being on your own makes you strong

And a little bit of distance, makes the heart grow mighty fond

Well, as for me my heart goes weak

When you pack your bags and leave

Missing you is missing home

It's so quiet without the jingle of your keys in the door

This bed is fit for a king but I just can't get comfortable

And it's just a house when I'm here all alone

Missing you

Is missing home

I know you have to be away

But I'll be sitting here counting down the days

Missing you is missing home

And it's so quiet without the jingle of your keys in the door

Missing you is missing home

Baby I can't wait to hear the jingle of your keys in the door

This bed is fit for a king but I just can't get comfortable

And it's just a house when I'm here all alone

Missing you

Is missing home

Missing home