Come home Come home Your room is a mess and your dinner is cold You're always rushing out but rarely ever late I don't expect you'd change The radio low and the reading light The telephone in the hall Till you're home Come home Come home The usual call at the usual times No need to lock the door the curtains stay undrawn The traffic passes by Occasional sounds, after all this time I'm sure I should know If you're home There's no one to take you home No one to take you home The lights are on There's no one to take you home There's no one to take you home No one to take you home The lights are on There's no one to take you home