Come On Home
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Self-Descriptive/Moderate build-up

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V1: I went to the city. I was looking for freedom.
D D/E E
I was out to feel my oats – I was gonna find out what life was all about.
The life I discovered. The truth I uncovered.
It was looking for me – there was nothing to see
But an ocean of mines full of dead-ends and no way out.
It’s there for the takin’. The law I was breaking.
Put my future on ice at the cost of my life.
Plungin’ me down to the depths of an easy out. [brk: D E F#m]

V2: And all of the sadness. The hurt and the madness.
A circus for truth, a betrayal of youth
And the meaningless searching for lights on when no one’s home.
There’s so many people wrapped up in the business.
You’re loosing your mind while they’re using you blind.
You’re trusting in them while they leave you out in the cold.

V3: It’s not that it matters, the value that shatters
Your dreams of success, the illusion at best
Of tightening your grip on a handful of broken glass.
One day I abandoned the fools on the wagon.
They set a high price and I fell for their lies.
I wondered whose sea this lost vessel was sailing on. [brk]

V4: I’ve been away so long. I’m writing a new song.
No matter how tall, the wanderer falls
With no one or nothing to care for or call his own.
To live in the darkness. To wonder what love is. To never know kindness.
It wasn’t for me I think I’ll be moving on.
To really know empty. To make believe simply
That I’m not alone. I’ve got to go somewhere and this time I think,
I think I’ll be going home [why don’t you come on home].
I’ve been away so long. I’m alright and all wrong.
I won’t miss a thing when the telephone rings:
The voices I’m hearing didn’t know me at all.
[why don’t you come on home].