Home is a wounded heart
Haven´t you heard the story
He´s out for love and for glory
And she´s waitin´ home by the fire

And wasn´t it yesterday
Wasn´t it me who said it
I swore that you´d never regret it
Now home is a wounded heart

It´s a complicated thing,
Not an ordinary thing
My heart just breaks in two
´Cause I can see you standing there
You know that I can´t bear
Your wounded heart

Paint me a red balloon
Give me a string and baby I´ll tie it
Give me a ring and baby I´ll buy it
And bring it on home to you
Home to a wounded heart