I thought I'd give it up for good,'cause none of my actions are understood.I thought I'd really leave,and my coming back's something you'd never perceive.I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd make it,but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,now I'm running backrunning, running back.I saw a vision of a love long deceasedand a chilly wind coming from East.I know I can say I did my best,but there were no more warm winds from the West.
Still I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd make it,but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,now I'm running backrunning, running back.I thought you'd never be missed,and I really believed we'd never share another kiss.
And I thought for the last time I'd touched your hand,but your love draws me back like quicksand.
Still I thought I'd make it;
Yes, I really thought I'd make it,but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,now I'm running backrunning, running back.
And now I'm coming yes home.I'm coming home.
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