I was looking out the window early Sunday morn,
The sun felt shallow and the rain kept pourin,
I was thinkin bout the lady who was laying down across the bed,
Wonderin maybe if I could get inside her head,
Well she's not one for frills and gold, she got stolen clothes,
Actin like no one knows I go off and buy her a rose,
We all leave friends behind, some of us run out of time,
An honest mind these days is hard to find,
So I asked her, "What kind of song would you sing?",
She said, "I can't think of a single thing...",
After a while she let out a smile,
As if I should have known,
Said she'd sing a song,
Sing a song about home,
Well I guessed I'd call on you at four, though I knew you'd locked the door,
So drunk I couldn't see, a good idea it seemed to be,
I came in from the window and I lost my clothes,
I lay down with you and felt your laughter too,
I dreamed a crazy dream when you turned out the light,
I don't know what it means but I sure hope that it's alright,
It was a lover's tale, I think I'm right,
But I feel pale from all the drink I drank last night,
When I asked her, "What kind of song would you sing?",
She said, "I can't think of a single thing...",
After a while she let out a smile,
As if I should have known,
Said she'd sing a song,
Sing a song about home,
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