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    Walker/Spires

You need me, I need you,
At least I think I do, 
Out here alone - thinking of home.

Touching wood, wish I could 
Find home in your eyes
Under the skies, thinking of home.

The skies are cloudy, the lodge is cold
But I think we could stay here forever.

Touching trees - on my knees
Praying it would rain leaves…home.

Building a fire, don't think I'll tire
Of  things I've always have around.
Lying on the ground, thinking of home.