I left my boots out by the door like I always do
Same stack of magazines by the the kitchen sink is nothin' new
Same view out my bedroom window
Same whistle every time the wind blows
Came back a different me, but, it's good to see the same old you
I packed my bags like a bat out of hell
Said "I'm all good all by myself"
But here I am again, it's been too long old friend
If floors could cry, and the walls could talk
I hope they'd say it ain't your fault
Standin' on your front porch, I can see
I left you, but you never left me
I bet you knew that I'd be back the day you watched me go
Now here you are all open-arms though I told you so
Cross stitched pillows sayin', "Home sweet home"
Ain't moved an inch since I've been gone
They kept these part of me, I haven't seen in so long
I packed my bags like a bat out of hell
Said "I'm all good all by myself"
But here I am again, it's been too long old friend
If floors could cry, and the walls could talk
I hope they'd say, "It ain't your fault"
Standin' on your front porch, I can see
I left you, but you never left me
You never left me
When I packed my bags like a bat out of hell
Said "I'm all good all by myself"
Here I am again
These floors cried, and these walls talked
Wanderin' far, don't mean you're lost
Being back is all so bittersweet
I left you, but you never left me
You never left me
Came back a different me, but, it's good to see the same old you