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.