When the sun bakes
And the clay cakes
On your boot lace
Come on home
When the sun bakes
And the clay cakes
On your boot laces
Well, come on home
I have seen your
City dreams pour
Out like sugar in a bowl
And I have seen lights
Shine in your eyes
They're not shining any more
They're not shining any more
When it's so dry
That you can't cry
And the grass flies
Come on home
When it's so dry
That your hair flies
Off into the yellow skies
Well, come on home
I have seen your
City dreams pour
Out like sugar in a bowl
And I have seen lights
Shine in your eyes
They're not shining any more
They're not shining any more
They're not shining any more
They're not shining any more
That's what this letter is for
That's what this letter is for
And I'm looking for your sweet semaphore
Be looking for my sweet semaphore