We were struck by lightning, it was like we'd never get old 
Now when I reach out my arm in the morning the pillows are all cold 
They were more or less the same when your head was there 
Now I'm saving the traces of it and only 
I hold the secret who dyed your hair 
The last time the wind blew hard through this town 
I was you coming through that pulled my pillows down 
Breaking ties and fruit flies and the summer's always breezy 
Now I know you recorded the who's of your homes just to tease me 
I've got my ear to the ground and 
I'm listening for you 
I've got my ear to the ground and 
I'm listening for you 
This happy homecoming, 
I am not inclined to beleive it 
And a snap shot of me 
I know