Coming Home

Babe, I wanna see your face again
I’m burning candles every day
I can’t forget the words you said
On the backseat of that old time Chevrolet
Curses are meant to stay, I guess
And memories of a lonely-hearted man
And you’re a free bird
You’re a free bird that was shackled to
I don’t want a cigarette, I want your love above it all
And when I’m losing ground I’m looking all over town
To see if there’s a chance you’re coming home
Feeling tired and rough
And summertime, but I can’t complain
I got your pity in my head
And that’s the compromise I made to stay awake and proud
And Dorothy, she tried to help
She said the world was full of girls
With pretty eyes and long dark hair
You better try, but I can’t compare
I don’t want a sip of gin knowing love above it all
Running, losing ground, I’m looking all over town
To see if there’s a chance you’re coming home
You’re coming home
To see if there’s a chance you’re coming home
You’re coming home
To see if there’s a chance you’re coming home
I don’t want a cigarette, I want your love above it all
And when I’m losing ground I’m looking all over town
To see if there’s a chance you’re coming home