You want to leave, no it isn't alright It's up to you, the decision's not mine If I ever imagine you leaving my side I'd die
It's nothin', you always askin' me why It's too much to give it one more try How come the truth still sound like a lie? Why?
You say that there's nothin' wrong at all Say that's just like talkin' to a wall And the phone won't stop ringing but nobody calls Bringin' it all back home, to the one that I left alone Bringin' it all back home, well I'm waiting to know Is it too late to go To bring it all back home?
I'm hangin' onto the end of the line Well it's the same old story and the same old time Would you give me something I just can't buy? Why?
You say that there's nothin' wrong at all Say that's just like talkin' to a wall And the phone won't stop ringing but nobody calls Bringin' it all back home, to the one that I left alone I'm bringin' it all back home, well I'm waiting to know Bringin' it all back home, to the one that I left alone I'm bringin' it all back home, well I'm waiting to know Is it too late to go To bring it all back home?
Compositor: Christopher John Cheney ECAD: Obra #2059834