Come Home by The Week That Was Lyrics

Come home
Come home

Your room is a mess and your dinner is cold
You're always rushing out but rarely ever late
I don't expect you'd change

The radio low and the reading light
The telephone in the hall
Till you're home

Come home
Come home
The usual call at the usual times
No need to lock the door the curtains stay undrawn
The traffic passes by

Occasional sounds, after all this time
I'm sure I should know
If you're home
There's no one to take you home
No one to take you home
The lights are on
There's no one to take you home

There's no one to take you home
No one to take you home
The lights are on
There's no one to take you home