Coming Home Lyrics

Well its 32 degrees
Ain�t seen the sun in seven days
I�m five miles east where the Balcones breaks
It gets light and dark again
I get so high that I�m right back down again

I saw your face on the TV screen
I read your name in a magazine
I heard your voice on the radio
I can�t believe that I let you go
Where the stars are burning out like kerosene
You�re here tonight in every one of my dreams
And I�ve come to hate the things I know
Cause I miss you, and I don�t believe you�re ever coming home.

I fall for you quicker, than the winter sun in the western plains
My mind gets sicker, but your memory remains
Where ever you are, that�s where I wanna be
Not alone in this bar on Fredericksburg and 7th street

I saw your face on the TV screen
I read your name in a magazine
I heard your voice on the radio
I can�t believe that I let you go
Stars are burning out like kerosene
You�re here tonight in every one of my dreams
And I�ve come to hate the things I know
Cause I miss you, and I don�t believe you�re ever coming home.

Well I can�t pretend I don�t know where you�ve been
Or where you�ll be sleeping tonight
I can�t drown it in sin, down underneath the deep end of my soul
No matter how hard I try

I saw your face on the TV screen
I read your name in a magazine
I heard your voice on the radio
I can�t believe that I let you go
Stars are burning out like kerosene
You�re here tonight in every one of my dreams
I�ve come to hate the things I know
Cause I miss you, and I don�t believe you�re ever coming home.

So I miss you, and I don�t believe you�re ever coming home.

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