There's room between your heartnAnd the chair where I've been sleepingnThe place that we called homenWill someday watch you leavingnnThere's room between todaynAnd the last time that I saw younThe pictures in my brainnWill fade until I lose younnIf you would come back homenWe could start all overnIf you would come back homenI swear it would be betternnThere's room left in the housenThere's food still in the pantrynI could fix you lunchnOr take you out for coffeennIf you would come back homenWe could start all overnIf you would come back homenI swear it would be betternnCall the surgeon.nMend the pieces.