worn to a frazzel, clear down to my bones, I've sung every song about bein' alone, Honey, please be there when I get home. the tourists have all given up for the night, I walk out in the cold on my left and my right and I must be some kid of fool to leave you alone.

The wind's gettin' stronger, I'm caught by the throat, my tie falls and flaps like a pensioner's coat, Honey please be there when I get home. My friends are on the bogies and I'm on the pills and I'm hooked on the white lines that run thru these hills and I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone.

There's not many wise men you'll meet in this life but young Bill Lavern, he never took him a wife. Honey please be there when I get home. Well, I asked him 'bout that and he just shook his head "I'm not the guy for the dreamers" is all that he said and I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone.

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