And I'm driving, always driving And I'm deep in the blues again Trying to find my way back home to you Yeah I'm running, yes I'm running Gonna find my way back for you And I'm down, down, down Deep in the blues again And you're keeping the blues again

What we are is the sum of a thousand lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are 'till the day we die Or 'till we don't have the strength to go on 'Till we don't have the strength to go on Welcome home They have tampered with the

Over and over and over and over again I have seen the fields aflame Was just another way to scream your name Better than this Oh, don't you know I have seen And everything I ever did And I go home alone

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

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

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

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

Guardians of Asgaard We're the guardians Cause we are Standing firm against all odds Guarding the most sacred home We protect the realm of gods Our destiny is carved in stone

Please come home for Christmas Bells will be ringing this sad sad New Years Oh what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone I have no friends To wish me greetings once again Choirs will be singing Silent Night Christmas carols by candlelight If not

Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go That woman's with her lover boy Never want to see her face no more Every single time