Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

Tell me, are you coming back again? The sound of your torture is bringing us pain The weight on my shoulders I know I can't take Cry out, we will hear you Cry out so you can find your way back home Asking, are you coming back again? I need to know, will

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

We are undercover passion on the run Chasing love up against the sun We are strangers by day, lovers by night Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right Call up, ring once, hang up the phone To let me know you made it home Don't want nothing to be wrong

I've been down this road just searchin' for the end And it don't go nowhere, it just brings you back again Leaves you lonely and cold, standin' on the shoulder But you've come too far to go back home So you're walkin' on a nowhere road There's a road in

This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

You may be far away But you're never far from home No matter where I go No, you're never far from home Some days I like the ocean It never seems to end So help me through the motions Until I see you again Come be by my side

It's alright These whereabouts unknown Please know you can come home I long for the moment Our silence is broken It's alright now To the ends of this lost world You have marched and you have sworn To a tainted crown of thorns

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no no no I'm a rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up there alone She packed my bags last night, pre-flight

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place