Testo Won't Be Coming Home

He is reaching up for climbing Ropes hanging down below I see the children smiling No need to let it show I know, I won't be coming home No more The streets and sidewalk borders Stretch out beyond the scenes The sweet and dark emotions Every day hopes and dreams My God, I know who's waiting Beneath the bedroom floor Her eyes anticipating My each and every move I know, I won't be coming home No more All I ever wanted Was to turn from my side All I ever wanted Was to turn from my side The rake is scratching harder The half-drawn window shade Like any empty memory The colors seem to fade My God, I know who's waiting Beneath the bedroom floor Remember summer showers Outside the cabin walls I know, I won't be coming home No more