| Song | Come Home to You |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | The Tiki Bar Is Open |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| There's a mad little kid at the top of the stair | |
| And his eyes, they gather no lie | |
| Well, his mom and his dad, they're too high to care | |
| And his cries drift off in the night | |
| And I've been that kid, yeah it's true | |
| And I've been both of those parents too | |
| I'm ashamed when I lost my way | |
| But I'd do anything just to come home to you | |
| The twilight captures the sorrow of time | |
| In between the life and the lived | |
| I press on through the darkness so thoroughly blind | |
| To a lie a new morning gives | |
| And it sparkles like each new tomorrow | |
| I crank up my last yesterday | |
| Tasted sweet joy and bittersweet sorrow | |
| And I'd do anything just to come home to you | |
| There's a meanness inside and it shivers my bones | |
| That's the thing about mercy I guess | |
| There's no man so wicked he cannot come home | |
| Nor so good he passes each test | |
| As the fire of memories burn me | |
| The grace of your love returns me | |
| To this most traveled of highways | |
| Where I'd do anything just to come home to you | |
| I would do anything just to come home to you |
| zuo ci : Hiatt | |
| There' s a mad little kid at the top of the stair | |
| And his eyes, they gather no lie | |
| Well, his mom and his dad, they' re too high to care | |
| And his cries drift off in the night | |
| And I' ve been that kid, yeah it' s true | |
| And I' ve been both of those parents too | |
| I' m ashamed when I lost my way | |
| But I' d do anything just to come home to you | |
| The twilight captures the sorrow of time | |
| In between the life and the lived | |
| I press on through the darkness so thoroughly blind | |
| To a lie a new morning gives | |
| And it sparkles like each new tomorrow | |
| I crank up my last yesterday | |
| Tasted sweet joy and bittersweet sorrow | |
| And I' d do anything just to come home to you | |
| There' s a meanness inside and it shivers my bones | |
| That' s the thing about mercy I guess | |
| There' s no man so wicked he cannot come home | |
| Nor so good he passes each test | |
| As the fire of memories burn me | |
| The grace of your love returns me | |
| To this most traveled of highways | |
| Where I' d do anything just to come home to you | |
| I would do anything just to come home to you |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| There' s a mad little kid at the top of the stair | |
| And his eyes, they gather no lie | |
| Well, his mom and his dad, they' re too high to care | |
| And his cries drift off in the night | |
| And I' ve been that kid, yeah it' s true | |
| And I' ve been both of those parents too | |
| I' m ashamed when I lost my way | |
| But I' d do anything just to come home to you | |
| The twilight captures the sorrow of time | |
| In between the life and the lived | |
| I press on through the darkness so thoroughly blind | |
| To a lie a new morning gives | |
| And it sparkles like each new tomorrow | |
| I crank up my last yesterday | |
| Tasted sweet joy and bittersweet sorrow | |
| And I' d do anything just to come home to you | |
| There' s a meanness inside and it shivers my bones | |
| That' s the thing about mercy I guess | |
| There' s no man so wicked he cannot come home | |
| Nor so good he passes each test | |
| As the fire of memories burn me | |
| The grace of your love returns me | |
| To this most traveled of highways | |
| Where I' d do anything just to come home to you | |
| I would do anything just to come home to you |