Coming home

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.