Coming Home

You do the dishes, I'll carry the load To make up lost time The trash to the brim, and I'm scared of it But you always know just what to say And I'm sorry, if I'm coming home too late I'm waking up to the gap on my blinds Peeking sunlight I'd do anything just to be with you To sit and watch you slowly wake And I'm sorry, if I'm coming home too late A hotel room only means I'll be with you soon An American stay makes me feel so far away So I promise, this time I won't be late And a bar on the roof's Not a good way to leave you too And a seat on the plane only shows that we're miles away So I promise, this time I won't be late I'll do the dishes, we'll carry the load Because we have time I emptied the trash, like I said I would And you'd never guess what I'd have to say I'm not sorry 'cause this time I won't be late