Face To Call Home

Face To Call Home by John Mayer

I am an architect
Of days that haven't happened yet
I can't believe a month is all it's been
You know my paper heart
The one I fill with pencil marks
I think I might have gone and inked you in

Little by little, inch by inch
We built a yard
With a garden in the middle of it
It ain't much, but it's a start
You got me swaying right along
To the song in your heart
And a face to call home
A face to call home
You got a face to call home