The weight piece of the pie that you baked, it still lingers in most special taste, but it's pleasing my mind, oh, I'm coming home. The crumbs from my fingers are all I am leaving behind. When I come home, and you're grieving it, when I come home, do you think you could love me completely? Yes, and I'm coming home, away from this round about the back, and there are dreams that have crowded my sight, oh, I'm turning around, I'm turning to you, baby, come to me close as the light. When I come home, and you're grieving it, when I come home, do you think you could love me completely? Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
