Words and Music by Ron Pope



Watching you watching me,

A fine way to fall asleep.

The neighbors fight,

As we both rest our eyes.



Hands in the fallen snow;

Numb to the winter cold,

But we don't mind,

'Cause we'll get warm inside.



You're the reason I come home.

You're the reason I come home, my love.

You're the reason that when everything I know falls apart...

Well, you're the reason I come home.



Paper doll silhouettes,

Fingertips on window glass;

The street's asleep,

So I breathe you in deep.



The tragedies of chemistry,

People dream of what you and me

Have found...

Effortlessly.



You're the reason I come home.

You're the reason I come home, my love.

You're the reason that when everything I know falls apart...

Well, you're the reason I come home.



And for a long time, I remember,

Saying prayers for something perfect,

Saying prayers for someone kind.

It's in my head,

We're spinning circles down the avenues instead.



You're the reason I come home.

You're the reason I come home, my love.

You're the reason that when everything I know falls apart...

Well, you're the reason I come home.