Long about now
He's heading home
Back from the rain
Burned to the ground
His ashes will rise black butterflies
Tapping at my window pane
He'll want to rest within my design
All the way to the end
Lighting my skies all up inside again
Dimming Summer
Long about now 
He's headin' home
Drowning the games
That steel a man
Long about now
He'll shrug and sigh and need me again