you´ve been out on the tiles,
winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
but i know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,
girl you look like a bad dream,
you´ve been places i´ve never been.
come home, come home angeline.
come home, come home angeline.
you´ve been places i´ve never been.
you took the small change from the job in the hall,
be back in an hour but you´re not back at all.
the children are crying, the flowers are dying,
there´s no food on the table,
i don´t think i´m able to cope,
you´ve been places i´ve never been.
come home, come home angeline.
come home, come home angeline.
you´ve been places i´ve never been.
cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables,
with kissing for strangers all laughing and howling,
and jokes and tall tales that ain´t funny at all,
bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers,
jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar.
oh, they´ve been pushing you too far.
come home, come home angeline.
come home, come home angeline.
you´ve been places i´ve never been.
come home, come home angeline.
come home, come home angeline.
you´ve been places i´ve never been.