Compositor: Amy Millan
It's too cold by the window
and too hot by the fire
The porch light is burnt out
and the sky looks tired
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
The bedroom is like a Monday and the phone is my only song
The nights a broken radio even the dogs face is long
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home are you as lonesome
Come home soon
I can hear your wheels tr on the lonely highway
Ice kicked up in the February sun of the town Thunderbay
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home are you as lonesome
Come home soon
East to west, north to south, blind in the pines of highway 69
Thirty loads in thirty nights, thirty cities and dirty dashboard days
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home are you as lonesome
Come home soon
Come home soon
Come home soon