Coming Home

The desolation in my mind grows Every day I check my voicemail To see if you are coming home But there's nothing That makes me weep For the last message I got was two days ago And I play it over and over To remember what yr voice sound like Hoping it isn't the only one left I watch anticipation at every moment Near the bay window from dawn to dusk And sometimes, beyond I cannot play the sweet music We once listened to I only listen for the phone to ring Eager to find you telling me That you are coming home