Your room is as it was
The day that you left us
Your mom still sets your plate
At the place you always ate
The door is still unlocked
So there’s no need to knock
Just Come Home
Home
Just Come Home
Home
Just Come Home
Home
Just Come Home
Home
I stand across our street
Watching as you eat
But to cross through that front door
Is to cross from another world
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
I think I’ve gone too far
To ever come back home
After all I’ve said and done
How could you call me son?
I think I’ve gone too far
To ever come back home
After all I’ve said and done
How could you call me son?
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Just come home
Your posters on the wall still hang in place
Furniture and all in the same space
The doilies you hate
with pretty white lace
It’s all the same
But it’s dark and covered in dust
But it’s dark and covered in dust
Can we raise the blinds?
Can we wipe it clean?