Missing Home

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 It's just a house when I'm here alone Missing you Is missing home They Say Being on your own makes you strong And a little bit of distance, makes the 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 It's just a house when I'm here 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 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 It's just a house when I'm here alone Missing you Is missing home