Can you help me? Tell me what you want from me Baby, help me Without you, my whole world is falling apart Life's a prison when you're in love alone I need you to come back home (ooh, girl, I love you) I don't wanna be alone (you know I need you) You know

Tell me how long gone are you gonna be How long gone are you gonna be How am I supposed to make any plans When I still don't even understand If you're ever gonna come back home to me I keep thinkin' any minute you'll be comin' home honey I ain't seen

She's as free as a blue horizon I'm a slave to this gravity And every night I hope and pray that she'll come back down to me I keep my eyes on the stars I track the heavens above my lonely world I'm tracking her to ? Shes my baby, shes my little

Stand for somethin' Come back, come back, babe Gotta fight for somethin' Gotta make the place Take the truth (take the) Get through Brotha man, young man Let me tell you somethin' Told him help me please

When will you come back, cuando volverás Tell me why, tell me why me haces esto mujer If I always loved you Ven y vuelve otra vez I dunno what's going on with my baby Que ella no me quiere ver She doesn't want to talk to me She left an early morning

I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel Like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday Won't somebody tell me Remember back in the time When the only sign we had was pickets But now in '94, it be

Can you help me? Tell me what you want from me Baby, help me Without you, my whole world is falling apart Life's a prison when you're in love alone I need you to come back home (ooh, girl, I love you) I don't wanna be alone (you know I need you) You know

Everything comes back to you Over and over the only truth Drive highways and byways to be there with you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing

I can tell that you're not gonna turn back- Though the road is out stretching before you, And the farther you go, Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven And you know just who you are Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven- Lady, you come across the water,

She's a star From the backstreets to the city First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's telling you She comes to life from the cover of a Hollywood magazine With a sense of confidence hard to fight She waits to be discovered