Wet ink on a yellow page
Old rust on a iron cage
The meter clicks a steady beat
Cold rain on a concrete street
Backyard grass is growing tall
Ivy climbing up the wall
Written words in soaking blue
I am coming back to you
The workshop door is swinging wide
No one left to step inside
Oil stains on the wooden floor
I can't find the open door
Backyard grass is growing tall
Ivy climbing up the wall
Written words in soaking blue
I am coming back to you
Fare is paid and lights are low
The city wind begins to blow
Heavy clouds above the bay
Wash the muddy road away
Backyard grass is growing tall
Ivy climbing up the wall
Written words in soaking blue
I am coming back to you
Soggy paper in my hand
Walking through the salted sand
Find the gate and find the key
Set the lonely spirit free
Backyard grass is growing tall
Ivy climbing up the wall
Written words in soaking blue
I am coming back to you
Coming back to you
Just a letter in the dew
Back to you