Sunday Best

Home of my heart is where you are and where I'm not I must be here for those sweet little cheeks Pushing up again me, give me strength Give me somewhere to lean I saw a silver ring, I saw you nod your head I watched you walk away, you're never coming back It's not a photograph, it's not imaginary, its... You're too broken to hold, you'd fall apart if I touched you. If I could fix you, I'd put you back together with glue When the winds changed, my face stayed the same Hope that I've lost, as the years have gone on Now I sit and repent, my reproach is heaven sent I've still got young blood but it won't last Because my body will eventually fall apart So use it well, use it well.