| Always look so good on the outside | |
| When you get to believin' it's true, | |
| Then you know that you're on your way | |
| People tug on your shirt, say you're lucky | |
| You've got ev'rything you want, but you don't | |
| Yet you dare not say | |
| Go downtown people runnin' around | |
| They climb slowly draggin' you downtown, | |
| Horns make a dent in your mind | |
| Plush rooms make a blindin' your eye to see, | |
| Blindin' me. Light, lovely light, | |
| Won't ya' shine in my window | |
| Love, precious love won't ya' fill ev'ry room, | |
| Been too long on the road. | |
| Maybe cynics veins are my life blood | |
| Maybe bitin' the hand that I feed so I'll try | |
| Try to understand what it is that devours your freedom, | |
| Makes you drop what you used to hold in your heart. | |
| All the things you planned | |
| Go upstairs with a someone who says she cares, | |
| Like the devil she does, | |
| What comes ever into your mind? | |
| Then gone, leavin' you with the coldest room, | |
| Oldest gloom. Warm, won't you be, | |
| Please be there in my winter. | |
| Love, precious love won't ya' come full circle, | |
| Been too long on the road. | |
| How can I do this to myself? | |
| Have I taken leave of my senses? | |
| What kind of changes make a man | |
| Want to tear down all his fences | |
| Whoa, I'd like to know. Home ever home, | |
| How could I ever doubt you | |
| Love, precious love, how could I live without you? | |
| Been too long on the road. |