Keep your arms open wide love, 'cause I'm coming home, I don't know where I am but I don't care, 'cause I know where I'm going. I'm going where the voices, In my head tell me to I'd walk a thousand crooked miles, To try to get back to you
Chorus : Well I'm weary to the bone, As I wake here alone, With a pain that won't let me be And there's a stranger in the mirror, Staring back at me, ( oh lord, could it be, is that me ? )
These hands are shaking in the shadows, Of the old morning sun That's dripping through the window pane, Lord, this feeling is second to none
Repeat chorus
I can almost see your smile, And I can almost hear your voice Rising high up above, The flat land of illinois
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