Almost Home

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