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