Ain't nobody home Baby, ain't nobody home There ain't nobody home Once upon a time, a long long time ago Wherever you'd lead me, I would surely follow Girl, you put me through some pain and misery And now you are standing on my doorstep Telling me how

This slope is treacherous I'll follow you, follow you home This path is reckless I, I, I like it Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, and get you alone Your name has echoed through my mind And I just think you should,

Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the

I just want to sleep forever Never see tomorrow I don't want to work forever Know what I know Or beg or borrow Lead or follow Just like our mothers Who gave us our homes We'll be just like our fathers

I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my California queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face And you can scream

Tear the moon from the stars tonight Twist my arm like a knife tonight And if you wanna leave that's alright Well I'll just turn these tears into wine All the friends that I've ever known Are the streetlamps I follow home And I'm in the crowd but I'm all

It's been a bad day Please don't take a picture Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord Count your blessings We're sick of being jerked around We all fall down A public service Announcement followed me home the other day I paid it never mind

If I go will you follow me Oh oh oh-oh oh oh If I go will you follow me home tonight You don't have to be alone tonight Baby follow me Nothing ever last forever All we got is now or never Baby we're is good as gone Won't you follow me home

You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh Lord When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know my mother, she followed me that mornin', me that mornin', that mornin'

And the wait seems to be over All that I know Is that my life has become such a waste for you Follow your instinct It usually takes you home Don't let these words tear you down You see me hanging By the end of the rope