If we sit here in silence, The rain will never come, This bone dry desert land, It beats us like a drum, And these unspoken words, Are swimming in our bellies, Drowning love.
Won't you come on home, my love, Won't you come on home.
You used to wake me gently, Softly calling out my name, The simple bed, We'd lie on held our hearts up with its frame, Weeds out on the front porch, Dying leaves down, In the basement drain.
Won't you come on home, my love, Won't you come on home.
Now we're looking down, On silent streets for roses in the dirt, We'll kick this like a dead horse, But it only makes it worse, We're hitching for a ride, One at a time, You know damn, Well I'm going first.
Won't you come on home, my love, Won't you come on home, Won't you come on home, my love, Won't you come on home.
If we sit here in silence, The rain will never come, This bone dry desert land, Beats us like a drum, And these unspoken words, Are swimming in our bellies, Drowning love.
Wont you come on home, my love, Won't you come on home, Won't you come on home, my love, Won't you come on home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
