improv (Live In Syracuse 10/13/07)

When he comes home, we'll dance again
Every night by my window
I think of where my father is
Every night I touch his soul
Hoping he'll be safe
And I sing with a cry
Why can't I dry your eyes
But only he can make the tears go
Every night by my bed
I sing to my father's soul
When will he come back again?
Come back here, home
Is this home still tame?
Even mother cries
Can't he see in me
I'm part of him
I'm part of him
I'm his home
Every night by my bed
I pray that my father cries
Soon where here, he can hear
Him in my prayer