Come on Home

You can save me Just come on home You can save me Just come on home I have a catalogue of woe Nothing to sell but lots to show Mail order misery Free of charge delivery Who's there to impress When you have gone and I've regressed To the kind of simple soul That needs some praise just to be whole Didn't comb my hair So now I'm looking like a bear Dressed in mismatched clothes From furry head to toe There's much that I could say That would end up as a cliché Since these tried and trusted tools Are wasted in the hands of fools You can save me Just come on home You can save me Just come on home Well I may exaggerate This laughable state When this time is guaranteed To seem biblical to me Christ without the cross My significance seems lost In my wilderness phase For forty nights and forty days You can save me Just come on home You can save me Just come on home You can save me Just come on home You can save me Just come on home You can save me Just come on home You can save me Just come on home