It's gonna be a late night.
But baby I'm comin' home.
It's gonna be a late night.
But baby I'm comin' home.
It's gonna be a late night.
But baby I'm comin' home.
Yeah it's gonna be a late night.
Good night.
Will I be all right?
If I keep running like this
I'll run out of breath.
At long last, when morning opens it's eyes
and my dizzying life comes to a pause…
Babe, I'm comin' home.
Just wait, I'll be at your door soon.
You won't ever be alone.
If I'm late, I'll be lying at your side when you wake up.
The first and last train, there is nothing in between.
Work is a treadmill. Walking in circles.
I sweat 365 days for you.
You know. How could I possible idle a day away.
I'm comin' home.
I may be late,
but the time that passes on my way home,
that silence, is the only
perfect peace in this world.
Never ‘home' without you.
All alone without you.
Baby, I'm on my way home.
Babe, I'm comin' home.
Just wait, I'll be at your door soon.
You won't ever be alone.
If I'm late, I'll be lying at your side when you wake up.
Baby, I'm comin' home.
Just wait, I'll be at your door soon.
You won't ever be alone.
If I'm late, I'll be lying at your side when you wake up.
Baby, I'm on my way home.
On my way back home.
Uphill and downhill.
Time to take off our old shoes.
Footprints and the beaten paths.
We leave here in shoeboxes.

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