Postcards From Romm

Light up a fire, won’t you sing me all you’re new songs?

It’s been too long since I’ve heard you play.

It seems there’s no-one in the world that knows

Where to find what you’re after

I see it in your eyes my friend.

Ain’t it good to be home again?

Do all our faces look the same?

While you were gone did you ever think of me?

‘cause I thought about you every day.

Did you expect to find a city cold and lonesome,

Where the people stare and slowly turn to grey?

Were you surprised to find a love that flows like a river,

And keeps filling up your cup?

Is it enough to get you high my friend?

Ain’t it good to be home again?

Do all our faces look the same?

While you were gone did you ever think of me?

‘cause I thought about you every day.

I think of your little room,

I think of the forests in full bloom,

I think of the words we tried to say.

Out of all of us I think that you should know,

There’s words to find in every picture frame.