(Z. Muth)
What did you come back here for?
Was it to dry the eyes that you left crying Or to hold the hand that you left reaching out Regale me with the tales of the roads in between Comparing the colors to the colors I’ve been seeing What did you come back here for?
What did you come back here for? To turn through the pages of these faded magazines Tear out the pictures just to leave them in the seams Listen to these old records that haunt our dreams Drink all my good liquor, pack up your things, and leave What did you come back here for?
You had my heart at the drop of your hat Heaven knows what I would give if I could live like that Never been the one to leave I’ve always been the true believer For any good that’s ever done
I never wanted to waste your time And I don’t think you ever wanted to waste mine Just give me something before you go One kind honest word as you walk out that door What did you come back here for?