You were bent out of shape,

and over a knee...over me.

So you sent all your words,

and every plea to tell me.



But I've never been wooed by a letter.

Cause having you with me is better.



Come home to me.



You had lost all your will,

your way out of Texas...you're out of reach.

And it had cost quite a bit,

your family's pride at your feet.



But I've never been wooed by a letter.

Cause having you with me is better.



Come home to me.



And I've seen your face try to hide,

the swell of water, the lack of pride.

But I can only sing what I feel,

if you don't walk away,

then it was never real.



Come home to me.