Coming Home To You

Coming Home To You

By Paul McCann

Well sorrowful Jones is who I am

but nobody really gives a damn .

I’m a straight talking , street walking man .

and I’m doing the best that I can.

All the dead end streets they have no name,

water in gutters go down the drain

and I’ll keep on walking just the same .

coming home into your arms  again .

Talking about walking here with you .

Walking around and talking to  you .

Well I could break into rubble .

But I’d rather  keep out of trouble  .

To tell you the truth I’m not to blame .

You know some people have got no shame .

I can see the beggars around town

and I don’t mind seeing them around .

I’m on my knees but nobody moans ,

So many people in fancy homes .

Are trying to pay back their bank loans

and look at us we’re just skin and bone ,

Here am I just coming home to you

and I really hope I can get through

So if the walls should come falling  down

I’ll will take you to another town .

Walk with me , we don’t have to go far ,

Lets talk for a while of who we are .

Lets go for a drink there in a bar ,

and stay out for about half an hour .

I won’t look up and I won’t look down.

I’ll take you walking all through the town ,

You and I can make the sweetest sound .

Coming home to you , see what we found .