Anthony Melillo Come Home
You’re late, and i've been waiting, for you to come.
The doctors they say “Sir it’s getting late, i’m sorry, i’m sending you home.”
But my eyes can’t close until her eyes are open, I’m sure
So doctor don’t yell, get the lights on your way out the door
I won’t argue anymore, unless she’s coming home with me
Then my home is where she sleeps, so doctor I’m home.
I’m home, home, i’m already home.
This room, it keeps on changing
But its all the same, I know you can hear
Though you’re not listening, so I’ve got a few things to say
“I’m sorry for hating the way that you called all the time.”
You tried and you tried to make sure that I knew you were mine
Day and night, now I’m waiting here anxiously
Cuz I miss how you bother me
So baby come home, come home
Home, baby come home.
My chest hurt I couldn’t breathe
When the doctor came up to me, said
“It’s turned to a deeper sleep, but the choice wasn’t up to me”
At least now she’s home, she home, home, my angel’s home.
