From the recording Fat Head, Sunday Paper
Lyrics
Come on home, be good to see you
Leave today, ride all night
All we’ll all be waiting for you
With banners and champagne wine on ice
Come on home, we had it painted
Sheets are clean, cotton’s high
And everyone’s dying to see you
To make it all right, make you feel fine
I love you anyway
I love you anyway
Come on home, it’s all forgotten
You can stay all you like
You won’t have to sing for you supper
You wash and we’ll dry
I love you anyway
I love you anyway
Come on home, we’re always open
You can bathe, bet you’re tired
You’re like a rodeo cowboy
A lonesome outlier
A ghost in a graveyard
A bird on w wire
A trail that’s gone cold now
A broken Messiah
A soldier who died
A soldier who died
It’s like you died
I love you anyway