I'm At Home Tonight - Squeeze

Sitting here in my dressing gown

In my socks by the brass surround

Where the fire flickers flames

Outside I can hear the rain

Glass of wine by the reading lamp

Signing letters and licking stamps

I’m at home a quiet night

One more letter left to write

Nibbling on a mature cheese

Cracker crumbs fall around me

The fire sparks unexpected flames

Voices walk in a constant rain

In the bookcase I find a book

Never read must have overlooked

I’m at home a secret night

By the fire of the flickering light

Time to sleep when another yawn

Looks out to see a flooded lawn

As I stretch I can feel my chin

Expanding faces as I turn in

Pulling the pillow under my head

I turn the light out beside my bed

I’m at home a lazy night

Not a girl for me in sight

Only a mirror to talk to

Only a letter to write

Home of the brave and the lonely

Home for a one way goodnight