It's knowing that your door is always open. And your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag. Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
It's knowing that your door is always open. And your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag. Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
It's knowing that your door is always open. And your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag. Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
It's knowin' that your door is always open. And your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag. Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
Okay I'm not done yet. I'll continue after work.. It's knowing that your door is always open. And that you path is free to walk. That makes me tend leave my sleeping bag rolled up.
It's knowin' that your door is always open. And your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag. Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
I can't sleep and I can't eat all I do is sit and cry. And listen for your footsteps at my door. I keep asking myself why that you ever said goodbye. And I guess I've cried a million tears or more.
It's knowin' that your door is always open. And your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag. Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.