| Somedays the most that you hoped you do | |
| Is step in your leather shoes | |
| And make your way around the block | |
| Days that tired mother of ours | |
| And living has made her sad | |
| How she wishes she could stop the clock | |
| And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn | |
| Come clean, come clean, | |
| come near, come home | |
| Come home | |
| You always come home to those empty rooms | |
| And wonder what's left to lose | |
| Folding sheets cause you can never stop | |
| Days that tired mother of ours | |
| And living has made her sad | |
| How she wishes she could stop the clock | |
| And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn | |
| Come clean, come clean, | |
| come near, come home | |
| Come home | |
| And so, I'm told, I wear, and I'm worn | |
| Come clean, come clean, | |
| come near, come home | |
| Come home |