I come blowing in like the wind, and check into the comfort of your smile and kiss
But then leave my key on the dresser and slip out, in early morning hours
All tangled limbs and tangled sheets, you still sleeping peacefully
The cleaning lady pretending not to notice as I pass in the hallway
Head down so my hair shields my face, no suitcase, hastily shoving panties into my bag
Hiding smeared lipstick and yesterday\'s mascara, tracing tear tracks from cheeks to chin
Not staying long enough to make an indent in the pillow briefly laying down my weary head
Or for you to recall just what color my eyes were, in late afternoon light
You are not the place where home is
You arms are just a temporary place for this traveller to spend some time, playing pretend
Pressing hands over hearts, skin on skin
But I know that wherever the roads take me, I can always find my way back to you.
Your light stays on
your light abides
your light endures, but is never mine.