Come Home To Me

You were bent out of shape,

And over a knee...over me.

So you sent all your words,

And every plea to tell me.

But I've never been wooed by a letter.

Cause having you with me is better.

Come home to me.

You had lost all your will,

Your way out of Texas...you're out of reach.

And it had cost quite a bit,

Your family's pride at your feet.

But I've never been wooed by a letter.

Cause having you with me is better.

Come home to me.

And I've seen your face try to hide,

The swell of water, the lack of pride.

But I can only sing what I feel,

If you don't walk away,

Then it was never real.

Come home to me.