Come home
Come home
Your room is a mess and your dinner is cold
You're always rushing out but rarely ever late
I don't expect you'd change
The radio low and the reading light
The telephone in the hall
Till you're home
Come home
Come home
The usual call at the usual times
No need to lock the door the curtains stay undrawn
The traffic passes by
Occasional sounds, after all this time
I'm sure I should know
If you're home
There's no one to take you home
No one to take you home
The lights are on
There's no one to take you home
There's no one to take you home
No one to take you home
The lights are on
There's no one to take you home