Human Style - Matthew E. White

Fading, white 'cane in the basement

Darling, I know I’ve never seen you this low

But there’s always one rain a day

Baby, to wash your tears away

Won’t you come on home?

Fade on, honey tell me what’s gone wrong

I’ll do my best, I’ll try and do my part

But I can’t take no more

I need to see your face at my front door

Won’t you come on home?

We toss around slower than you might think

I call it human style

We’ll toss around slower than you might think

We do it human style

In a human pile of love and delight

We’ll be healing, crying and human styling all night

Faded, black rain on the pavement

Grief in the wind cause me great confusion

With your love, the time goes fast

Time goes slow when your love is past

When are you coming home?

We toss around slower than you might think

We call it human style

We’ll toss around slower than you might think

I do it human style

In a human pile of love and delight

We’ll be healing, crying and human styling all night

We’ll toss around slower than you might think

We do it human style

In a human pile of love and delight

We’ll be healing, crying and human styling all night

We’ll be healing, crying and human styling all night

We’ll be healing, crying and human styling all night

We will be healing, crying and human styling all night

I tell me all the time

Don’t you worry about me, baby, baby baby

I need to come a long way on my own

But if I do it right, baby, I’ll be next to you tonight

When are you coming home?