It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast

You are the song that I sing You are the four seasons of my life But maybe tomorrow You'll change your mind girl Maybe tomorrow You'll come back to my arms girl You are the book that I read each day (Gonna sing it to you) The way you do baby

And I know what's on your mind God knows I put it there But if I took it back Well you'd be nowhere You'd be nowhere again In my cold arms Weekend wreckers take the streets With abandon in their eyes But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat

Until I'm back in your arms again I'll be out here on the wind Through the middle of the night unknown I'm an asphalt cowboy Born to run underneath the stars Pay no mind to my lonely heart The sun has opened up my eyes

I feel the room swayin' While the band's playin' One of our old favorite songs from way back when Dolly, never go away again Hello Dolly This is miss Dolly It's so nice to have you back where you belong You're lookin' swell, Dolly I can tell, Dolly

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

I've been too long in the wind Too long in the rain Taking any comfort that I can Looking back and longing for The freedom of my chains And lying in your loving arms again If you could see me now The one who said that she'd rather roam The one who said

I guess I'll never learn Cause I stay another hour or two You know I can't be found with you We get back to my house Your arms, my mouth Now I just stop myself around you A soft sound To the way she wears her hair down Covering up her face

I'd be alright I'd be just fine 'Cause your love is larger than life Baby, if I'd die in your arms tonight Uh-uh-uh-uhh Back here, let's make up lost times All of these times I'd die in your arms tonight I've been sittin' here

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I