Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it home again
It's so far and out of sight.
I really need someone to talk to, and nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight.
Snow is cold, Rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow
I won't be happy 'till I see you alone again
'Till I'm home again and feelin right.
- Carole King
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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