She packed her bags
She said "No way, I can't do this again."
And as she started for the door
That's when the tears began
Down the stairs and to the street
The snow began to fall
Each flake upon her rosy lips
It was then she heard the call
"Dear liberty and cursed pride
Why did I take so long
To leave the ills upon my life
And finally hear the song?"
You're going home now
And as she turned for one last look
At all she left behind
"That's one last trouble on my soul
One last devil on my mind
I will never be alone
'Cause I am coming home."