The telephone is ringing in the afternoon
I was talking to your mother--about you
Yeah we were talking 'bout you
She said you were in the garden where the sunshine blooms
When I'm gone, my heart is with you
And when I'm gone, my heart is with you
And I know, I know I'll always be thinking, thinking about
I hope you know I always call you my home
It don't matter where I'm going or what I do
I always come back, I always come back to you
And I've got this funny feeling that I'll be seeing you soon
I always come home, I always come home to you
I live by the freeway on a fabric bench
I wonder when the next that time I'll be fed
I'm fed up, I'm fed up with this
You're probably sleeping in your plastic house
When I'm gone, my heart is with you
And when I'm gone, my heart is with you
I know, I know I'll always be thinking, thinking about
I hope you know I always call you my home
It don't matter where I'm going or what I do
I always come back, I always come back to yo
And I've got this funny feeling that I'll be seeing you soon
I always come home, I always come home to you
And I know, I know I'll always be thinking, thinking about
I hope you know I'll always call you my home
It don't matter where I'm going or what I do
I always come back, I always come back to you
And I've got this lovely feeling that I'll be seeing you soon
'Cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home to you
