Come Home - James, Andrew Weatherall

Its that time again when I lose my friends

Go walkabout, Ive got the bends from pressure

This is a testing time when the choice is mine

Am I a fool for love or foolish with desire

You can throw him out you can spit on him

Call what he does a sin if it makes you feel better

And I cant believe youre all Ill ever need

And I need to feel that youre not holding me And the way I feel just makes me want to scream

Come home, come home, come home

Come home, come home, come home

After thirty years Ive become my fears

Ive become the kind of man I always hated

I am pulled apart, and my swollen heart

Has flipped out of the pan into the fire

I am in love insane with a sense of shame

That I threw stones at the condemned and

Now Im slated

And I dont believe youre all Ill ever need

And I need to feel that youre not holding me And the way I feel just makes me want to scream

Come home, come home, come home

Come home, come home, come home

Come home, come home, come home