Almost Home — текст песни (Mary Chapin Carpenter)

(Mary Chapin Carpenter/Beth Nielson Chapman/Annie Roboff)

I saw my life this morning
Lying at the bottom of a drawer
All this stuff I`m saving
God knows what this junk is for
And whatever I believed in
This is all I have to show
What the hell were all reasons
For holding on for such dear life
Here`s where I let go

I`m not running
I`m not hiding
I`m not reaching
I`m just resting in the arms of the great wide open
Gonna pull my soul in
And I`m almost home

I saw you this morning
You were looking straight at me
From an ancient photograph
Stuck between letters and some keys
I was lost just for a moment
In the ache of old goodbyes
Sometimes all that we can know is
There`s no such thing as no regrets
Baby it`s all right

I`m not running
I`m not hiding
I`m not reaching
I`m just resting in the arms of the great wide open
Gonna pull my soul in
And I`m almost home
There`s no such thing as no regrets
But baby it`s alright
I`m not running
I`m not hiding
I`m not reaching
I`m just resting in the arms of the great wide open
Gonna pull my soul in
And I`m almost home