Sunday afternoon after church
In the back yard kids in the dirt
Holding you and a glass of wine
There's nothing better than wasting time
Monday morning you're on the road
We work our fingers to the bone
It's such shame that we have to be
So far apart to make ends meet
I know you have to be away
But without you it's just not same
Missing you is missing home
It's so quiet without the jingle of your keys in the door
This bed is fit for a king but I just can't get comfortable
It's just a house when I'm here alone
Missing you
Is missing home
They Say
Being on your own makes you strong
And a little bit of distance, makes the grow mighty fond
Well as for me my heart goes weak
When you pack your bags and leave
Missing you is missing home
It's so quiet without the jingle of your keys in the door
This bed is fit for a king but I just can't get comfortable
It's just a house when I'm here alone
Missing you
Is missing home
I know you have to be away
But I'll be sitting here counting down the days
Missing you is missing home
It's so quiet without the jingle of your keys in the door
Missing you is missing home
Baby I can't wait to hear the jingle of your keys in the door
This bed is fit for a king but I just can't get comfortable
It's just a house when I'm here alone
Missing you
Is missing home