HOME 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.