Dusty living room with paintings on the walls Staring back at me for as far as I can recall Tiny flashing lights, wrapped around the Christmas tree And your names are on boxes They're on boxes, written in ink You've been away for far too long And I've been feeling so alone I've got no cash for a ticket So I'll come running to Vancouver for you ♪ When will you come home? I'm sitting here waiting With this old guitar, I'm singing here waiting 'Cause I miss the sound of your voice And I miss the stories that would go on, forever And I miss the dinner table noise I miss the Sundays that we spend together And I miss you You've been away for far too long And I've been feeling so alone I've got no cash for a ticket So I'll come running to Vancouver for you ♪ This house ain't a home without you It's just bricks and stones without you This house ain't a home without you It's just bricks and stones without you You've been away for far too long And I've been feeling so alone I've got no cash for a ticket So I'll come running to Vancouver for you, you I've got no cash for a ticket So I'll come running to Vancouver for you, you I've got no cash for a ticket So I'll come running home, running home to you ♪ Running home to you