Please Come Home

Well I woke one morning,
found you staring down at me.
You said, "I'll take my share now, father, please"
and you took your money,
and you took your leave.
You drilled my heart and turned your back on me.

And you hit the town,
and you hit the bottle hard.
You race 'round
in your fancy cars
and you blow all your money,
on brothels, beds, and bars,
before you know your broken times get hard.

I still stand here waiting,
with my eyes fixed on the road.
And I fight back tears and I wonder
if you're ever coming home.
Don't you know, son, that I love you
And I don't care where you've been?
So please come home.

And now you've hit bottom.
All those open doors have shut
and your hungry stomach's tied in knots,
but I know what you're thinking:
that you troubled me enough.
Nothing could ever separate you from my love.

I still stand here waiting,
with my eyes fixed on the road.
And I fight back tears and I wonder
if you're ever coming home.
Don't you know, son, that I love you
and I don't care where you've been?
Yes, and I'll be right here waiting,
till you come around the bend.
And I run to you and hold you close,
won't let go again.
So please come home.
Please come home.

Don't you know, son, that I love you
And I don't care where you've been?
So please come home.