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Like standing water wants to flow
The rain is gonna come to let us know.
Where we belong is where we begin,
In laughter and in innocence.

Of your first lover's tender kiss,
The beauty in the elegance
Of your mother's Sunday dress.
Go home, child, she needs her rest.

When you get down, you're feeling low,
Your deepest blues, your indigo.
It's something we're all searching for -
The feeling like we're finally home.

I can hear my love. She's calling me home