He'll Come Home

She thinks about him constantly

Picks up a paper and pen, writes him every day

And every day puts the letter away

'Cause he'll come home

When he's tired of running around

He'll come home

She can feel it in her bones

He'll come home

When one too many lovers leaves him all alone

He'll come home

She lives her life through a photograph

And paints her face to hide the way she feels

She keeps the time away

'Cause she's afraid to count the years that he's been gone

Gone

But don't feel bad, 'cause she'll be all right

She sips her wine and gets tipsy in the moonlight

Then she leaves the door wide open

Just one more night

'Til he comes home

And he's tired of running around

He'll come home

I can feel it in my bones

He'll come home

When one too many lovers leaves him all alone

He'll come home

He'll come home