I called you last night
The first time in a long time
I held my breath
Preparing to hear you say 'you're nothing but impending death'
And honestly
We got on like teenagers who slipped the scene
And through the phone line I could hear you smile
Stretching your lips most bashfully
Laying in my yard at night
Loving how the same stars shine within your sight
Just knowing how you do
Fills my heart like a balloon
I miss my home
With its mountains and patch work farms
But I would trade them all
Just to know you're OK
And no one is doing you harm
