"She Isn’t Home"

This one is so deeply personal, that I can only write about it in Thmeelish, which is, as I’m sure you know, the official language of Thmeelia, in which the Thmeelians use only one word, “thmeel.”

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She Isn’t Home

© 1992 Brian Hutzell

She isn’t home when I call

Or knock at the door

She’s never there for me

She won’t return my calls anymore

She’s never there

Not for me

It was a year ago when we met

She used to call once a day

She really like me then, I know

But I was hard to get

And when I finally fell for her,

She turned away

She isn’t home when I call

Or knock at the door

She’s never there for me

She won’t return my calls anymore

She’s never there

Not for me

What did I do but love her?

Why did her heart turn cold?

She knows I’m thinking of her

But she’s never there to hold

She isn’t home today

I could have guessed

She never is for me

And then she calls to say

She thinks it best

That she splits from me

She isn’t home

Nobody home

Please come home to me

“All Together Now”

Brian Hutzell