Is she coming home, I'll leave the light on
but through times and space she'll go
if she's coming home she won't tell me
and I wonder if I should know
wonder if I should feel something
wonder if I should know but it's dark in here
tip-toe softly do not wake her
as she sleeps so very slow
dim the light on her day-dream
but her dreams you'll never know
see her fading dress and frame it's colours
for a memory you'll long to know
drape the covers in her bedroom
but life freezes with melting snow
ah...is she coming home
