The telephone is ringing in the afternoon
I was talking to your mother--about you
Yeah we were talking ´bout you
She said you were in the garden where the sunshine blooms
I can see you in the front lawn

When I´m gone, my heart is with you
And when I´m gone, my heart is with you
And I know, I know I´ll always be thinking, thinking about
I hope you know I always call you my home

It don´t matter where I´m going or what I do
I always come back, I always come back to you
And I´ve got this funny feeling that I´ll be seeing you soon
I always come home, I always come home to you

I live by the freeway on a fabric bench
I wonder when the next that time I´ll be fed
I´m fed up, I´m fed up with this
You´re probably sleeping in your plastic house
I can see you in the front room

When I´m gone, my heart is with you
And when I´m gone, my heart is with you
And I know, I know I´ll always be thinking, thinking about
I hope you know I always call you my home

It don´t matter where I´m going or what I do
I always come back, I always come back to you
And I´ve got this funny feeling that I´ll be seeing you soon
I always come home, I always come home to you

And I know, I know I´ll always be thinking, thinking about
I hope you know I´ll always call you my home

It don´t matter where I´m going or what I do
I always come back, I always come back to you
And I´ve got this lovely feeling that I´ll be seeing you soon
´Cause I´m coming home, I´m coming home to you