I left my boots out by the door
Like I always do
Same stack of magazines
By the the kitchen sink
It's nothin' new

Same view out my bedroom window
Same whistle every time the wind blows
Came back a different me
But it's good to see the same old you

I packed my bags like a bat outta hell
Said: I'm all good all by myself
Well, here I am again
It's been too long, old friend
If floors could cry and walls could talk
I hope they'd say: It ain't your fault
Standin' on your front porch, I can see
I left you, but you never left me

I bet you knew that I'd be back
The day you watched me go
Now here you are all open-arms
Though I told you so

Cross-stitched pillows
Sayin' home sweet home
Ain't moved an inch
Since I've been gone
You kept these parts of me
I haven't seen in so long

I packed my bags like a bat outta hell
Said: I'm all good all by myself
Well, here I am again
It's been too long, old friend
If floors could cry and walls could talk
I hope they'd say: It ain't your fault
Standin' on your front porch, I can see
I left you, but you never left me
You never left me

When I packed my bags like a bat outta hell
Said: I'm all good all by myself
Here I am again

These floors cried and these walls talked
Wanderin' far don't mean you're lost
Bein' back, it's all so bittersweet
I left you, but you never left me
You never left me

Came back a different me
But it's good to see
The same old you