improv - Tori Amos

When he comes home, we’ll dance again

Every night by my window

I think of where my father is

Every night I touch his soul

Hoping he’ll be safe

And I sing with a cry

Why can’t I dry your eyes

But only he can make the tears go

Every night by my bed

I sing to my father’s soul

When will he come back again?

Come back here, home

Is this home still tame?

Even mother cries

Can’t he see in me

I’m part of him

I’m part of him

I’m his home

Every night by my bed

I pray that my father cries

Soon where here, he can hear

Him in my prayer