Verse 1:
What a strange day,
put your head out the door way
into the streets where the kids play
a game you used to know.
As the day sets,
into the sky bottled rockets,
mothers are calling
its time to come home.
Chorus:
Oooh oooh oooh its time to come home.
Verse 2:
Now its night fall,
you've got plans for nothing at all,
but who knows who might call,
but then where would you go?
Go into the night light,
into the dim lights,
look for someone whoâ

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