THE ONE YOU COME HOME TO
© 2011 Dennis Long
I want to be the one you come home to
I want my picture on your desk
Your head upon my chest in your daydream
I want to be the one you come home to
When you sing with the radio
I want to be the note that makes you scream
I want each smile you give away
The laughter that you play
Like a love song slowly coming true
If I live a thousand lives, I could never find another you
I want to be the one you call home
I want to be the one it comes down to
When your road is long and dry
I want to be the guy to quench your thirst
I want to be the one it comes down to
When you want to run away
I want my arms to be the place you think of first
I want each smile you give away
The laughter that you play
Like a love song slowly coming true
If I live a thousand lives, I could never find another you
I want to be the one you call home