It's yet to be determined

That the air is thick

And my hope is feeling worn

I'm missing home

And I'm glad you're not

Apart of this

There's parts of me

That will be missed

And the phone is always

Dead to me

So I can't tell you

The temperature is dropping

And it feels like

It's colder than

It ought to be in March

And that's a day or two

Ahead of me

I'll be heading home

Into your arms again

And the people here are

Asking after you

It doesn't make it easier

It doesn't make it easier

To be away

I'd like to hop a plane

I'd see you in the morning

The day is fresh

I'm coming home again

But its far away you're waiting

It feels more like July

There's pillows in their cases

And one of those is mine

She wrote the words

"I Love You"

She sprayed it with perfume

It's better than the fire is

To heat the stony room

It's far away you're waiting

It feels more like July

It feels more like July

It's yet to be determined

That the air is thick

And my hope is feeling worn

I'm missing home

And I'm glad you're not

Apart of this

There's parts of me

That will be missed

And the phone is always

Dead to me

So I can't tell you

The temperature is dropping

And it feels like

It's colder than

It ought to be in March

And that's a day or two

Ahead of me

I'll be heading home

Into your arms again

And the people here are

Asking after you

It doesn't make it easier

It doesn't make it easier

To be away