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I was a visitor at midnight
Peeking in the window frame
Pretending I belong here
Using someone else's name
Oh, I've been to Paris
Oh, I've been to Rome
But tonight, break out the fine china
Tonight, I'm coming home
They told me I belong here
I said, You
got
the
wrong
guy
They said, We
knew
you
as
a
little
boy
I said That
little
boy
died
But oh, I got on my Sunday clothes
Went through my hair with a comb
Tonight, I'll look my very best
Tonight, I'm coming home
Oh, you followed your star
From the back of the car
Traveled so far
Oh, when the bells do ring
Your heart will sing
Like anything
On a boat, in the middle of a river
Holding my great grandfather's hand
He looks at me, he doesn't speak
But I understand
Oh, place a candle in the window
For your black haired boy who roamed
Tonight, we'll drink a glass of love
Tonight, I'm coming home
Tonight, we'll drink a glass of love
Tonight, I'm coming home
- Álbum:
- Hoody
- Reno
- Hannukah Songs
- Drifter
- Fleeting Days
- New American Language
- Smartie Mine
- Miscellaneous
- Fifty Eggs
- Dan Bern
- Non-Album Releases
- Three Feet Tall
- Live in Los Angeles
- Dan Bern Live In Los Angeles
- Doubleheader
- 2 Feet Tall
- Two Feet Tall
- Songs of Fall
- The Swastika EP
- Delicatessen, Volume 5: Cooking Vinyl Sampler 2003