Текст песни: Coming Home + перевод

Well it’s 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 then 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

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