Squeeze — Im At Home Tonight

Sitting here in my dressing gown In my socks by the brass surround Where the fire flickers flames Outside I can hear the rain Glass of wine by the reading lamp Signing letters and licking stamps I’m at home a quiet night One more letter left to write Nibbling on a mature cheese Cracker crumbs fall around me The fire sparks unexpected flames Voices walk in a constant rain In the bookcase I find a book Never read must have overlooked I’m at home a secret night By the fire of the flickering light Time to sleep when another yawn Looks out to see a flooded lawn As I stretch I can feel my chin Expanding faces as I turn in Pulling the pillow under my head I turn the light out beside my bed I’m at home a lazy night Not a girl for me in sight Only a mirror to talk to Only a letter to write Home of the brave and the lonely Home for a one way goodnight