While we're talking on the phone
I can smell your sweet cologne
I'm getting in my car, I'm coming home

How's it there, how have you been?
Does our neighbor still play the violin?
Did your sister find what she was looking for?
The christ within

And when I get home
I hope to find the fire is still on
And I'll fall into your arms
Like a stone into the river

And it seems to me as if these stripes I follow on the road were simply
Put there to lead me back to you
And I'm driving in my car
Cause dreaming just won't do

I know this time around I'll bring something to the table
Something different than before
Cause I've grown able to love you more

And when I get home
I hope to find the fire is still on
And I'll fall into your arms
Like a stone into the river
And I'll fall into your arms
Like a stone into the river