I was walkin down the Highway
My thumb out in the air
I d argued with my father
And thought he didn t care
It was cold and I was angry
As I cursed his name that day
When a car pulled up beside me
And I heard my father say
Come on homeCome on home
I can t bear the thought of you
Out here all alone
It doesn t really matter
Who was right or who was wrong
Tears in his eyes he said please son
Come on home
She heard me say it s over
I can t do this anymore
Then I packed up my suitcase
And walked on out the door
A few days later from a phone booth
I called and thru my pain
Said I know I don t deserve it
But will you take me back again
Come on homeCome on home
I can t bare the thought of you
Out there all alone
It doesn t really matter
Who was right or who was wrong
Don t say a word hang up the phone
Come on home
My Pop s been gone a while now
And my Nan she s grown old
And I was with her when she spoke her final words
She firmly held my hand
Then she gently let it go
As she left to be with Grandpa
I swore I thought I heard
Come on home
Come on home
Can t bear the thought of you
Out there on your own
I ve been waiting for you
And your time had finally come
Now you ll never have to be alone
Come on home

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