Three small knocks Then the rain I almost hear My name again The gate would catch before it closed Two cups would touch beside the stove Rain ran crooked down the drain I hear it wrong, then start again I count the steps from road to door My feet remember every turn But someone else's washing dries Across the place I hold inside I know the way I know the street But not the year Time slips loose beneath my feet Take me home Before the echo fades Someone at the doorway Calling out my name Take me home I know the road by heart But every time I reach that door I'm years from where you are I know the way I can't get there I know the way I can't get there I tap a glass against the sink Too sharp, too clean, it isn't right I drag a chair across the floor And almost find that room once more The rain is close, the gate is wrong I leave the silence twice as long Then in the space between the sounds I wait for you to call my name Was it the house? Was it the light? Or knowing who Was home that night? Take me home Before the echo fades Someone at the doorway Calling out my name Take me home I know the road by heart But every time I reach that door I'm years from where you are If I forget the way it sounded Will I lose the place as well? I leave one cup beside the other And let it ring until it's still One wrong note One missing sound Still I turn Still I turn around Take me home Before the echo fades Let me hear the doorway Even if no one says my name Take me home Though I can't cross those years I can call it home From here Three small knocks Then the rain I leave a space After my name
