I'd explain how it makes me feel to only be with my brand-new husband on weekends, but I simply can't sort it out. At least Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros can do it for me.
I am trying to remember that the strings of days full of bitter homesickness and the endless bus rides and train rides and car rides are drawing to a close. And though I love him for making a leaky blow-up mattress feel like home, I'm so relieved he won't have to do it for much longer.
Home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Oh, home, yes, I am home
Home is when I'm alone with you