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Lyrics: John Hiatt. Come Home To You.

There's a mad little kid at the top of the stair
And his eyes, they gather no lie
Well, his mom and his dad, they're too high to care
And his cries drift off in the night

And I've been that kid, yeah, it's true
And I've been both of those parents too
I'm ashamed when I've lost my way
But I'd do anything just to come home to you

It's the twilight captures the sorrow of time
In between the life and the lived
I press on through the darkness so thoroughly blind
To a light the new morning gives

And it sparkles like each new tomorrow
I drank up my last yesterday
Tasted sweet joy and bittersweet sorrow
Well, I'd do anything just to come home to you

There's a meanness inside and it shivers my bones
That's the thing about mercy I guess
There's no man so wicked, he cannot come home
Nor so good, he passes each test

As the fire of memories burn me
The grace of your love returns me
To this most traveled of highways
Where I'd do anything just to come home to you
I would do anything just to come home to you