This is a radio message to my baby, Come back, come back. Come back, come back, I'm sorry that I made you cry, I'm sorry for, for the rest of my life, And I'm sorry that I hurt you, And I'm sorry for lying to you,

You can always come home Wherever life's road leads, you can get back To a love that's strong and free You never be alone, in your heart there's still a place No matter how right or wrong you've gone Spread your wings, don't be afraid to try The world

But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

She wants to break up every night Don't wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it Then tries to fuck me back to life I cannot help it if I like the way she makes me feel it Give me the runaround (runaround) Which one am I with now Build the bridges

You try to live your life from day to day But seeing you across the room tonight Just gives me away The heart won't lie Looking back over the years Of All the things I've always meant to say But words didn't come easily So many times through empty fears

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been

Hello, hello (it's good to be back) Nobody ever mentions the weather Can make or break your day Nobody ever seems to remember Life is a game we play We live in the shadows and we Had the chance and threw it away And it's never going to be the same 'Cause

Make my way back home Looking for a sign of life Looking for something help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking 'cause I'm tired of trying I'm looking to the sky to save me When I learn to fly (high) When I learn to fly Fly along

Mark my words, I won't back down You know nothing, when you tell me That I worship a fabricated story in the sky Throwing away decency because you can't grasp The life of peace and the voice of potency Your words are wasted on me I feel His breath and

More miracles than magic tricks More green grass grows, and green old dollar bills More babies raised, and raising hell More get back up, sometimes you fail Well, I don't know it all Hey, but I know how it feels To be the guy that's trying to come back