From the recording The Basement Series
Written for my wife - she's jetsetting to faraway places, and I'm down in the basement.
Lyrics
Dropped you off on a Sunday
You had to leave town
And country and continent
Again
Thought that I’d have a fun day
Or couple of weeks
Watch whatever I want on TV
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
You’re off being important
I’m face-down in the walk-in
Smoked cigars in the yard and got sick
Spent my time in the basement
Write and record erase it
Wish that you would come walk down the stairs
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
I don’t feel myself
With you so far away
This place is empty without you
And every day
Is the longest wait
Took this whole time to figure out
You were home to me
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon
Won’t you get back soon