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Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter callin' |
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From up around the bend or it could be |
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The cry of your restless heart |
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For the love of your long lost friends |
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Oh, but me I think it's just the summertime |
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And the heat of these Texas winds |
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They keep on slappin' my face with dust so thick |
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That the tears won't roll again |
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Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone? |
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You could go home again, home again, a home |
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Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home |
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You could go home again, home again, a home |
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Oh, he said, "You can't stay away forever |
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'Cause they say love doesn't last that long |
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And the ghost of the one that you loved the best |
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Is bound to be long gone" |
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So you fall for the one you believe in |
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And take pride in the heart you hold |
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'Cause when the wintertime pounds upon your door |
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It's shelter from the cold |
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Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone? |
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You could go home again, home again, a home |
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Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home |
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You could go home again, home again, a home |
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There's a shadow on our wall |
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Where I once stood with him in mind |
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And there is an empty space beside him |
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Where I do take my rest at night |
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Oh, and I will be the last of the true believers |
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If truth is his heart to lend |
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'Cause the wintertime sure looks cold to me |
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Comin' up around the bend |
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Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone? |
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You could go home again, home again, a home |
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Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home |
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You could go home again, home again, a home |
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Oh, I could go home again, home again, a home |
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Well, it looks like home again, home again, a home |
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Oh, I could go home again, home again, a home |
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Well, he brings me home again, home again, home |
