Back Home To You

The rain is beating hard and cold on my window pane
It's four o'clock in the morning, and I'm awake again
I know the phone won't ring at this time of day.

Even if it did I wouldn't know what to say.

And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home to you.

When the music played so sweet we were dancing in time
I tripped over my two left feet and I stepped out of line
When I came to my senses I looked 'round, and you were gone
The dance floor was empty, I was dancing alone.

And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home to you.

I'm gonna buy a black guitar, I wanna play the blues
I'll get a snakeskin jacket, a pair of alligator shoes
I'll maybe try a slide guitar, I just love the sound it makes
When it comes down to the wire I'll do anything it takes.

And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home to you.

I could write you a poem but I've done that before
Tokens of a poet's love you don't need any more
It's got to be fundamental, I know you want it straight and true
I'll give you all I've got 'cause I owe it all to you.

And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home to you.

And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home
Got to get back home
I've got to get back home to you.