I was sure to leave witty messages
On your answering machine
When I tell you I need you in my life
It's not a scam
It's not a scheme
I mean each word that I am saying
How many times must I tell you
I've counted all of the hours
We have spent
If I had a dime for each reason why
I'd be sitting on a mountain of sense
You may be pawing the city pavement on your own
While all the leaves they are turning
They are falling in the woods
That you have grown away from
Your family may be scattered and divided
We have known this
We have decided that our hearts
Are open to you as a home