Home is where the air smells like a lady
And pancakes on a Sunday afternoon
When you swing out back,
you never go alone
And the evening chores are part of being home
An April day with you
and our baby
The passing years that will have made him tall
And now in my mind I've painted us gray
With the grandchildren we will have someday
But it's just a picture painted in blue and green
With the thoughts I see now and every evening For I have no house,
no children,
just my
wife And the dreams
of what will come someday
The girl will call Jude,
the boy will be a junior
And I will love them almost as much as I love you
And I promise I will love you just forever For my dreams
of what will come someday
But it's just a picture painted in blue and green
With the thoughts I see now and every evening For I have no house,
no children,
just my
dreams of what will come someday Just
my dreams of what will come someday