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my dad used to sing this song, and it used to break my heart... truth is, it still does....

Janis Ian- Jesse

Jesse, come home,
There's a hole in the bed,
Where we slept.
Now it's growing cold.
Hey, Jesse, your face,
In the place where we lay,
By the hearth, all apart.
It hangs on the heart.

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs.
No, I'm not scared, 'cause I wait for you.
Hey, Jesse, I'm lonely, come home.

Jesse, the floors and the boards,
Recalling your steps.
And I remember, too.
All the pictures are fading,
And they're shaded in gray.
But I still set a place,
On the table at noon.

And I'm leaving a light on the stairs,
No, I'm not scared, 'cause I wait for you.
Hey, Jesse, I'm lonely, come home.


Jesse, the spread on the bed
Is like when you left.
'Cause I've kept it up for you,
And all the blues and all the greens,
Have recently been cleaned.
And they're seemingly new.
Hey, Jes, me and you.

We'll swallow the light on the stairs.
We'll do up my hair.
And we'll sleep unaware.
Hey, Jesse, I'm lonely, come home.


For those who still have to come back home...
Para aquellos quienes todavia no regresan a casa...