I walk
home every day
from
my job, saying that pay’s not so good
to
two rooms, it’s not that much
where
I keep my stuff, but I call it home
Caroline
whispers every Monday morning
I
wish that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
Lunch
break, Peascod Street
where
the people meet and life seems so good
They’re
alive with their forty-fives
so
when I dream I’m dreaming of you
Watching
TV every Friday evening
just
like you were home
just
like you were home
just
like you were home
just
like you were home
I wish
that he’d come home
I’m
alright if you’re alright
I’m
alright if you’re alright
Caroline
whispers every Monday morning
I
wish that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
I wish
that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
I
wish that he’d come home
I wish
that he’d come home, I’m alright
I
wish that he’d come home, if you’re alright
I
wish that he’d come home, I’m alright
I
wish that he’d come home, if you’re alright
Just
like you were home
Published
by Momentum Music Ltd.
Reproduced
without the kind permission I really wouldn’t mind a bit
Recorded
by Sarah Cracknell
©
1997 Gut Records
Released
on "Lipslide" (Gut Records / Honeylane / Virgin 7243 8 44308 2 5 / CDSARAH
1 - CD)