I am a soul for sale,
Walking inside a maze,
I am a hidden trail,
Lost in myself for days,
It’s not the life I choose,
This is the straw I drew,
It’s not the game I play,
This is the price I pay.

I'm sorry I'm sorry,
For what I've done,
I'm sorry I'm sorry,
For what I've done.

Plans I had all fall through,
The moment that I saw you,
Here we go round again,
Swept up in your whirlwind,
This is the final stand,
Beating me down again,
All my defences fail,
Everything fades away.

I'm sorry I'm sorry,
For what I've done,
I'm sorry I'm sorry,
For what I've done.

Come on darling,
Leave the door open,
Cos I am coming home to you.I miss those faces,
Familiar places,
I am coming home to you.I'll come to my senses,
Stop asking questions,
I am coming home to you.I hear you say it but,
Come what may,
I am coming home to you.How long we been waiting,
Like strangers without saying,
Anything that sounds like the truth.Give up that fight and,
Hold it to the light and,
It leads me back to you.There’s a light at the back door,
I can't wait anymore,
Ooh I'm coming home to you.Come on darling,
Leave the door open,
Cos I am coming home to you.

I was a rock but I've come so far,From tumbling between the infinite stars,But oh oh, but no more.
Yeah 'cause time tore the flesh away from the bone,I was a rock but now I'm a stone,But I know there’s more.
Yeah I'm made from the mud,I came from the clay,The centuries silently sliding away.
Yeah I was a rock but I've come so far,From tumbling between the infinite stars.
La, la, oh,Yeah I'm made from the mud,I came from the clay,The centuries silently sliding away.
Yeah I was a rock but the dust I've become,Is just part of the great imperceptible hum,Yeah I, I'm no more.

Honey, times have changed,We've both been trying,But it’s time to move on.
The good times, they're not the same,Maybe baby those good times,Have been and gone?
In the good old days when life was easy,We'd be making music all night long,But honey, times have changed.
In the good old days when life was easy,In the good old days when we were young,Waking in the morning, bright ‘n breezy,We'd be making sweet sweet music,All night long.
Honey, times have changed.

I'm getting tired of trying to take things slow,Kicking back ‘n waiting for the wind to blow,For way too long just gone with the flow,But those days are done, so get up, let’s go.
I'm getting tired of all the talking,Been getting less of the yes than no,Reckon I'm ready for the real thing,All I gotta do is get up and go.