It’s Way Past Suppertime Songtext
von Roberta Flack

It′s way past suppertime
Oh please come home
I saw the writing on the wall
When I hurried home
To nobody at all

I found, I found the note you left
And it was kind
But kindness doesn't quite replace
What I found each night
In your gentle embrace


I guess I′ll have to go to bed
I'm tired, I don't know why
I brought you home some flowers
But I guess I′ll let them die
Your sister called today
The gardener mowed the lawn and trimmed the trees
I love you, I love you
I still love you

Please don′t stay away
We fight, but it's still home
The place is empty and cold now
No one to hold now
Please come home