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"Won't Come Home"—Crooked Timber

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Won't Come Home

(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)


Oh, no—
Shadows getting longer;
The sun goes down and the day grows old.
Oh, no—
Major disappointment.
The beer's all gone and the pizza's getting cold


And I'm
Sitting in the dark and
Feeling like a damn fool;
Oh, no.
Oh—won't you
Tell me what you're up to?
I really,
I really,
I really really really wanna know.


          Oh, no—
          You tell me that you love me;
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?
          Oh, no—
          You say you want to please me;
          How you gonna please me when you won't come home?
          Oh, no—
          Confusion always blinds me,
          Then trouble finds me
          When I'm alone.
          Oh—
          All of which reminds me:
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?


Oh, no—
Your pillow's sitting empty;
The moon goes down and the night grows black.
Oh, no—
In my imagination
You're lighting up the town like a pyromaniac


And I'm
Lying in the dark and
Staring at the ceiling;
Oh, no.
Oh—won't you
Tell me what you're up to?
I really,
I really,
I really really really wanna know.


          Oh, no—
          You tell me that you love me;
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?
          Oh, no—
          You say you want to please me;
          How you gonna please me when you won't come home?
          Oh, no—
          Depression coming through here;
          I wanted you here
          But I'm alone.
          Oh, no—
          I haven't got a clue, dear:
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?


Oh, and I'm
Lying in the dark and
Feeling like a rag doll;
Oh, no.
Oh—won't you
Tell me what you're up to?
I really,
I really,
I really really really,
I really really really really really gotta know.


          Oh, no—
          You tell me that you love me;
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?
          Oh, no—
          You say you want to please me;
          How you gonna please me when you won't come home?
          Oh, no—
          Such a situation.
          The desolation—
          I'm all alone.
          Oh—
          Deep humiliation.
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?
          How 'bout a demonstration?
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?
          Recapitulation:
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?
          How you gonna love me when you won't come home?