Coming Home

Well, I've been livin' in the city, I've been playin' by the rules
But the livin' isn't easy when you're hangin' out with fools, no
Well, your talk is cheap when you're livin' in the city
'Cause I'm in deep, I'm down and it's a pity
I'm down and it's a pity

There's no place like home
When you're out on your own
And you're out there alone

I'm comin' home
My mind's made up, I've got nowhere else to go
I'm comin' home to you

I'm comin' home
I'm missin' you and I want you to know
I'm comin' home to you, to you

Well, I've been gettin' kind a high but I'm runnin' out thrills
Never knowin' why I keep gettin' those chills, no
Well, I've had enough of people always tryin' to make a buck
They're makin' money for nothin' 'cause they're runnin' out luck
Now they're runnin' out luck