Her heart torn open
And left like an unanswered letter

Words were not spoken
Just left in a spidery scrawl

Twisted and gutted
The last of the smoke in the air

She gets up to leave
And idly fixes her hair

Words from home, words from home
What we miss are words from home

I lost my heart
I left it alongside the river

That blackbird clucking
Songs he knows nothing about

That bird returning
To a home that makes him sing out

Words from home, words from home
What we need are words from home