[Verse 1]
Long about now he's heading home
Back from the rain burned to the ground

[Verse 2]
His ashes will rise black butterflies
Tapping at my window pane
He'll want to rest within my design
All the way to the end
Lighting my skies all up inside again
Dimming Summer

[Verse 3]
Long about now he's heading home
Drowning the games that steel a man
Long about now he'll shrug and sigh
And need me again