The telephone is ringing

in the afternoon

I was talking to your mother about you

Yeah, we were talking 'bout you

She said you were in the garden

Where the sunshine blooms

I can see you in the front lawn

When I'm gone, my heart is with you

And when I'm gone, my heart is with you

And I know, I know

I'll always be thinking, thinking about

I hope you know I'll

always call you my home

It don't matter where

I'm going or what I do

I'll always come back, I'll

always come back to you

And I've got this funny feeling

That I'll be seeing you soon

I'll always come home, I'll

always come home to you

I live by the freeway on a fabric bench

I wonder when the ne t

that time I'll be fed

I'm fed up, I'm fed up with this

you're probably sleeping

in your plastic house

I can see you in the front room

When I'm gone, my heart is with you

And when I'm gone, my heart is with you

I know, I know, I'll always

be thinking, thinking about

I hope you know I'll

always call you my home

It don't matter where

I'm going or what I do

I'll always come back, I'll

always come back to you

And I've got this funny feeling

That I'll be seeing you soon

I'll always come home, I'll

always come home to you

And I know, I know

I'll always be thinking, thinking about

I hope you know, I'll

always call you my home

It don't matter where

I'm going or what I do

I'll always come back, I'll

always come back to you

And I've got this lovely feeling

that I'll be seeing you soon

'Cause I'm coming home,

I'm coming home to you