Coming Home — текст песни (Bryan Adams)

All those nights Ive spent alone,

Uninspired, so tired and wasted.

Theres lots of times Id have telephoned,

I couldnt find the words to say,



Im coming home,

Lord Im coming home

Ill make it short,

Ill make it sweet,

Make it up to you and me.

Im not the same guy I used to be,

What can I do to make you believe,



Im coming home,

Oh Im coming home.

Im coming home,

Yeah Im coming home.

Only seems like yesterday,

You and I were sayin goodbye,

Now Im just a few miles away

Gonna see you tonight.



Ive been alone and I live the pain,

Reach for you in desperation.

I was wrong, Ill take the blame,

I need you back now I just cant wait,



Im coming home

Yeah Im coming home.

Coming home,

Im just coming, coming,

Waiting it out.

Im just coming home.