As I sit on the swing watching the cars going by
The sun is seeping down
The days are getting shorter
But the southwest heat won't back down
And there's more to come
I am holding my breath
Wondering when you'll get home
Because there was nothing to do
And I want to be wrapped in yr arms
I feel whole when I am with you
Being alone, I don't think I am real
When you finally come, you look exhausted
I took yr arms and guided you in our house