Honeyhoney

(Jaffe, Santo)
If we sit here in silence the rain will never come
This bone dry desert land, it beats us like a drum
And these unspoken words
Are swimming in our bellies drowning love
Won't you come on home, my love
Won't you come on home
You used to wake me gently, softly calling out my name
The simple bed we'd lie on held our hearts up with its frame
Weeds out on the front porch
Dying leaves down in the basement drain
Won't you come on home, my love
Won't you come on home
Now we're looking down on silent streets for roses in the dirt
We'll kick this like a dead horse but it only makes it worse
We're hitching for a ride one at a time
You know damn well I'm going first
Won't you come on home, my love
Won't you come on home
Won't you come on home, my love
Won't you come on home
If we sit here in silence the rain will never come
This bone dry desert land beats us like a drum
And these unspoken words
Are swimming in our bellies drowning love
Wont you come on home, my love
Won't you come on home
Won't you come on home, my love
Won't you come on home