I’m coming over Don’t know exactly why today, But I wanted my uncle and I know you’ll say; Come over.
I’m coming over The rains not here yet and I don’t know who’s home, But I wanted my aunt and on the phone she says, Come on over.
I came over I’m here in the driveway and I can’t see anyone, But I know they’ll smile when they see me and I already feel welcome... I came over.
The day feels so short over here, I rant and laugh and they listen cause they care, They may not ever know how their affection leaves me so bare, And the days feel so short over here.
I don’t really want to go, But at my bed waits and my dogs are calling me home, I know they’ll be here tomorrow no matter where I roam, But I never really want to go.
Drive safe, they pray, As I take my time in the car in their driveway, And they’ve never failed to wish me safe passage to date, Drive safe, again, today.
I always wonder, When I leave those nights and head back to my bed, How I can have so much love and emotion built up and yet, “Come over,” is all they said.