A Plain Morning

Dashboard Confessional song

It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home

And I'm glad you're not a part of this
The parts of you that will be missed
The phone is always dead to me
So I cant tell you the temperature is dropping
and it feels like...

It's colder than it ought to be in March
And I still got a day or two ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home into your arms again
And the people here are asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
it doesn't make it easier to be away

I'd like to fly a plane and see you in the morning
When the day is fresh I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
Coming home again
When the day is fresh I'm coming home again

It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
There's pillows in those cases and one of those is mine
You wrote the words I love you and sprayed it with perfume
It's warmer than the fires that heat this lonely room

It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July

It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home...

And I'm glad you're not a part of this
Cause there's parts of you that will be missed
And the phone is always dead to me
So I cant tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like...

It's colder than it ought to be in March
And I still have a day or two ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home into your arms again
And the people here are asking after you
But it doesn't make it easier
Doesn't make it easier to be away

I'd like to fly a plane
I'd see you in the morning

          When the day is fresh

I'll be coming home again