Back Home to You - Allan Taylor/Ian Melrose/Siard De Jong/Peter Funk/Lea Morris/Hans-Joerg Maucksch

The rain is beating hard and cold on my window pane

It's four o'clock in the morning and I'm awake again

I know the phone won't ring at this time of day

Even if it did I wouldn't know what to say

And I've got to get back home to you sweet love

I've got to get back home to you

When the music played so sweet we were dancing in time

I tripped over my two left feet and

I stepped out of line

When I came to my senses

I looked 'round and you were gone

The dance floor was empty

I was dancing alone

And I've got to get back home to you sweet love

I've got to get back home to you

I'm gonna buy a black guitar

I wanna play the blues

I'll get a snakeskin jacket a pair of alligator shoes

I'll maybe try a slide guitar

I just love the sound it makes

When it comes down to the wire

I'll do anything it takes

And I've got to get back home to you sweet love

I've got to get back home to you

I could write you a poem but

I've done that before

Tokens of a poet's love you don't need any more

It's got to be fundamental

I know you want it straight and true

I'll give you all I've got 'cause I owe it all to you

And I've got to get back home to you sweet love

I've got to get back home to you

And I've got to get back home to you sweet love

I've got to get back home

Got to get back home

I've got to get back home to you