in a corner of paris
in a darkened studio
amidst a disarray of tangled limbs
and pillows on the floor
your breath is slow and even
your lips pressed against my throat
you smile in your sleep
and i wish i could go where you go
when your dreams carry you away
the sky is dark, bluish gray
and the leaves are burnished gold
the days end quickly
and though the nights are cold
the window is flung open
and on the streets below
a single set of headlights
illuminates the snow
drifting down lazily
as the moment seems to slow
and you shiver in your sleep
and reach out to bring me close
there's a pause between our heartbeats
running through the darkness
with my hand held in yours
silhouettes against streetlights
that set the night aglow
though there are many places
that i have called my own
there's never any doubt you are my home
stumbling over cobblestones
in the narrow streets of rome
pressing our tongues against
melting ice cream cones
wandering through ruins
where sound speaks in echoes
our laughter is mingling
with centuries of hope
as we stand at a fault line
of the new world meeting old
running through the darkness
with my hand held in yours
silhouettes against streetlights
that set the night aglow
though there are many places
that i have called my own
there's never any doubt you are my home
when the adventure is ending
and drawing to a close
i will hang up my hat
and take off my coat
and when i'm writing the epilogue
to the grandest story told
there will never be any doubt you were my home
running through the darkness
with my hand held in yours
silhouettes against streetlights
that set the night aglow
though there were many places
that i called my own
there was never any doubt you were my home
there was never any doubt you were my home
