Cold was the morning in our old place

Sunday, today you move

Down in the basement with the full creates

Old coats, winter shoes

Cold was the handle of the van door

The old Ford, she comes through

And I'm a helper to my own fate

I've come to help you move

Monday you'll wake up

Ceiling lights are strange

Tuesday I could ask you

If you could stand a change

Gold was the alley of you new place

I drove here with you

High in the shadow of an oak tree

The window of your bedroom

I'll come calling

I'll call up to you

I'll say come down

I've come home to you

Now when your sister came to our place

Nine days she stayed with you

And every time I saw her young face

I knew and she knew

I've been a vandal to my own home

Under the snakey moon

So now when I come to see the old place

I want to be of use

Monday you'll wake up

Ceiling lights are strange

Tuesday you could ask me

If I could stand to change

Now with the bed frame up the staircase

We're through with the move

And if you think you have enough space

I'd move in with you

I'll come calling

I'll call up to you

I'll say come down

I've come home to you