And when I make it home
I hope to find you standing there
Not hidden in your cloak of smoke
And I’ll come bearing gifts
Ones of splendor and praise
Happy that I made it back
When I make it home
I hope I’ll find you standing there
With open arms and open heart
And I’ll come bearing gifts
Ones of splendor and praise
Happy that I made it back

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Coda:
Now that I’ve been taken
To a place where I can wander
I won’t hesitate to tell you
It’s OK to laugh
The dizzy stars that float about
My head are singing songs
They sing that we are vines
On the phonograph
Vines on the Victrola
Young and red with roseola
How I let you go
How I miss you so