Coming Home Lyrics

Coming Home Lyrics

Well it's 32 degrees
Ain't seen the sun in seven days
I'm five miles east where the Balcones breaks
It gets light and dark again
I get so high that I'm right back down again

I saw your face on the TV screen
I read your name in a magazine
I heard your voice on the radio
I can't believe that I let you go
Where the stars are burning out like kerosene
You're here tonight in every one of my dreams
And I've come to hate the things I know
Cause I miss you, and I don't believe you're ever coming home.

I fall for you quicker, than the winter sun in the western plains
My mind gets sicker, but your memory remains
Where ever you are, that's where I wanna be
Not alone in this bar on Fredericksburg and 7th street
I saw your face on the TV screen
I read your name in a magazine
I heard your voice on the radio
I can't believe that I let you go
Stars are burning out like kerosene
You're here tonight in every one of my dreams
And I've come to hate the things I know
Cause I miss you, and I don't believe you're ever coming home.

Well I can't pretend I don't know where you've been
Or where you'll be sleeping tonight
I can't drown it in sin, down underneath the deep end of my soul
No matter how hard I try

I saw your face on the TV screen
I read your name in a magazine
I heard your voice on the radio
I can't believe that I let you go
Stars are burning out like kerosene
You're here tonight in every one of my dreams
I've come to hate the things I know
Cause I miss you, and I don't believe you're ever coming home.

So I miss you, and I don't believe you're ever coming home.