it´s that time again when i lose my friends
go walkabout, i´ve got the bends from pressure
this is a testing time when the choice is mine
am i a fool for love or foolish with desire
you can throw him out you can spit on him
call what he does a sin if it makes you feel better
and i can´t believe you´re all i´ll ever need
and i need to feel that you´re not holding me
and the way i feel just makes me want to scream
come home, come home, come home
come home, come home, come home
after thirty years i´ve become my fears
i´ve become the kind of man i always hated
i am pulled apart, and my swollen heart
has flipped out of the pan into the fire
i am in love insane with a sense of shame
that i threw stones at the condemned and
now i´m slated
and i don´t believe you´re all i´ll ever need
and i need to feel that you´re not holding me
and the way i feel just makes me want to scream
come home, come home, come home
come home, come home, come home
come home, come home, come home