Won’t you come home, baby? Come home!
You’ve worked hard and so far away.
I can feel the weight of the world
on your shoulders, over the phone.
Point that truck our direction.
Won’t you come home, baby? Come home!
We’ll be waiting, we will hold you–
wrap you up in our affection,
take your burdens and let you rest.
We’ve been longing to see your smile.
Won’t you come home, baby? Come home,
to the place where love knows you best!
We know how your heart loves to roam.
How you’re happier on the road,
and we know you know your way back.
When you come home. Baby, come home.
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POETIC FORM:
Quatern – 16 lines broken into 4 quatrains. Each line has 8 syllables. 1st line is refrain. In 2nd stanza, refrain appears in 2nd line; 3rd stanza, 3rd line; 4th stanza, 4th (and final) line. No rhyme scheme.
AUDIO FILE:
Pen's Ink 