If I drift long enough I'll be home Hold on if you can You're gonna sink faster Than you can imagine so hold Drink the water drink it down This time I know I'm bound To spit it back up I didn't want this

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

You're always on my mind And I never minded being on my own Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home To be where you are But even closer to you, you seem so very far And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing And I hope it gets to you on

Hey hey hey, yeah now Got to, got to have it Respect is what I need Give us, give us, give us, give us What you want, honey, you got it And what you need, baby, you've got it All I'm asking For a little respect when I come home, hey now Do me wrong,

Got to, got to have it Hey hey hey, yeah now When I come home, hey hey Respect is what I need Give us, give us, give us, give us What you want, honey, you got it And what you need, baby, you've got it All I'm asking, for a little respect When I come

Leave it alone mate She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya, no She doesn't want to go home with ya, home with ya She can't even run She can't even walk She slurs when she speaks But you hear what you want when she can't even talk Can't even

Eh-ee-oh, eh-ee-oh, eh-ee-oh, eh-ee-oh You and me forever be Taylor, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor Forever be, eternally I'm not going out tonight 'cos I don't want to go I am staying at home tonight 'cos I don't want to know You revealed a world to me and I

Goin' mobile Keep me moving When I'm mobile I'm going home And when I want to go home, I'm going mobile Well I'm gonna find a home on wheels, see how it feels, I can pull up by the curb, I can make it on the road, I can stop in any street

If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't want to go I'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 mile Like they do in the D Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City it would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me

So don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So don't ask me 'bout my business And I won't tell you goodbye Well, every time that I come home Nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I've got Just got to come interrogate me I