You were bent out of shape,
And over a knee… Over me.
So you sent all your words,
And every plea to tell me.

But I've never been wooed by a letter.
Cause having you with me is better.

Come home to me.

You had lost all your will,
Your way out of Texas… You're out of reach.
And it had cost quite a bit,
Your family's pride at your feet.

But I've never been wooed by a letter.
Cause having you with me is better.

Come home to me.

And I've seen your face try to hide,
The swell of water, the lack of pride.
But I can only sing what I feel,
If you don't walk away,
Then it was never real.

Come home to me.