you're sleep-dancing, good morning jess
with a sexy hand, an old nightgown dress
why won't you stay one more mile away
from your desk lamps, and your dresser drawers?

we melt ice cubes with our teeth;
on a southbound train, i will coax you east
why won't you give, my dear fugitive?
i'm not asking you to come home but,
would you please come home?

i realize that you and me
is a worn-out crowd in a dying breed
but don't fault me if i might ask you this
i could need you, would you please come home?
why won't you come home?

why won't you give, my dear fugitive?
i'm not asking you to come back home
why won't you give, my dear fugitive?
i'm not asking you to come home, but
would you please come back home?