Texty: Findlay Brown. Come Home.

Maybe I?m wrong, amputate sympathy
Strength of my tongue, its taken that liberty,
How do I feel? a glorified refugee,
Nobody ever says goodbye, but I don?t mind
Just come home, Come home

Play it by ear, play devils advocate
Never I fear, pay for it afterwards
How do I feel? A glorified refugee
Nobody ever says goodbye, but I don?t mind
Just come home, come home
Come Home, do I want it, please come home
do I need it, please come home
do I want it, please come home
Come on home, Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home