Hosea

There's an open road ahead of me

And an empty seat beside me.

Waiting on the sunshine to make me happy

Or the rain to let me break down

And cry out to you.

And I wonder

Why do I ever leave you

And turn the other way?

You call me out from the desert;

"Come home, it's not too late,

It's not too late."

Wonder when or why I ever leave you,

Chasing other lovers that's no compared to you.

And by the time I say I'm sorry so

You've forgotten my mistakes.

And I wonder

Why do I ever leave you

And turn the other way?

You call me out from the desert;

"Come home, it's not too late,

It's not too late."

Lately I've been wondering

Where I go, where I'm going;

Lately I've been listening

To your voice so fierce.

Take me out to the desert,

Speak to me tenderly;

Take me out to the desert,

Speak to me tenderly.

Why do I ever leave you?

You call me out from the desert;

"Come home, it's not too late,

It's not too late."