It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick
And my hope is feeling warm
I'm missing home
I'm gald your not a part of this
Theres parts of me that will be missed
And the phone is always dead to me
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like
Its colder then it outta be in March
And i still got a day or two ahead of me
Till i'll be heading home into your arms again
And the people here are asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
to be away
I'd like to hire a plan
I'd see you in the morning
Another day is fresh im coming home again
Coming home again
Its warmer were you are
It feels more like July
Theres pillows in there cases
And one of those is mine
You wrote the words i loved you
and sprayed it with perfume
Its warmer were you are
It feels more like july

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