4.Coming Home
Well its 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.
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