Comin’ Home

Hey, operator, please
Ger her on the phone.
She’s got to know
I’m comin’ home
Oh, I’ve been gone
For a long, long time
But it really doesn’t matter
When she’s there on the line
Been on the road
For a hundred days
And there’s nothin’ gonna stop me
‘Cause I’m there on my way

And I’m comin’ home
Comin’ home
I don’t sleep good
When I sleep alone
I’m comin’ back
I’m knowin’ that
You can’t make love on the telephone
And I’m comin’ home

Lost in time
Almost lost my mind
But it really didn’t matter
‘Cause I knew all the time
I was headed back
To my very own bed
Gonna never look behind
Only gonna look ahead

‘Cause I’m comin’ home
Comin’ home
I don’t sleep good
When I sleep alone
I’m comin’ back
I’m knowin’ that
You can’t make love on the telephone
And I’m comin’ home

I make it through alright
Just knowin’ that you’re there
Baby, I concede
You’re all I need
It’s more than I can bear

I’m comin’ home
comin’ home
I don’t sleep good
When I sleep alone
I’m comin’ back
I’m knowin’ that
You can’t make love on the telephone
And I’m comin’ home
comin’ home
I don’t sleep good when I sleep alone
I’m comin’ back,
I’m knowin’ that
You can’t make love on the telephone

And I’m comin’ home
comin’ home
I don’t sleep good when I sleep alone
I’m comin’ back,
I’m knowin’ that
You can’t make love on the telephone

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