Hey Tom
Why you gotta be so cold?
Well I thought that you'd be growin' old
With me
Hey Tom
Are you sleeping on the angels' wings?
When we close our eyes we can hear you sing
And I would like for you to come back home
There's a bed made up upstairs when you come home
Hey Tom
I can feel you when I'm in my car
But your back is turned you're lookin' far
So far away
Hey Tom
Are you walking in the halls of gold
With that spirit flowing in your bones
So far away
And I would like for you to come back home
There's a bed made up upstairs when you get home
And I would like for you to come back home
There's a bed made up upstairs when you get home
Hey Tom
Why you gotta be so cold?
Well I thought that you'd be growing old
But it's just me