Come On Home - Jesus Jones

You can save me just come on home

You can save me just come on home

I have a catalogue of woe nothing to sell but lots to show

Mail-order misery free of charge, delivery

Who’s there to impress when you have gone and I’ve regressed

To the kind of simple soul that needs some praise just to behold

Well I didn’t cut my hair so now I’m looking like a bear

Dressed in mis-matched clothes from furry head to tail and toe

There is much that I could say that would end up as a cliché

Since these tried and trusted tools wasted in the hands of fools

You can save me just come on home

You can save me just come on home

Well I may exagerate this laughable state

When this time is guaranteed to seem biblical to me

Christ without the cross my significance seems lost

In my wilderness phase for forty nights and forty days

You can save me just come on home

You can save me just come on home

You can save me just come on home

You can save me just come on home

You can save me just come on home

You can save me just come on home