She comes around like a wildfire, like a moth drawn to a flame
I'm on my way to getting burned up once again
And I've been through this before
Oh a hundred times or more,
But she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for
She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing now
She always moves to the rythem she is making
She is, she is, she is my home
She is, she is, she is my home
She walks to the sound of her own drum
One minute she is there and the next she is gone
And I am left to pick up pieces of myself, carry on
And I've been through this before
Oh a hundred times or more, but she keeps me coming back
What am I waiting for
She always gets what she wants,
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that I'm playing now
She always moves to the rythem she is making
She is, she is, she is my home
She is, she is, she is my home
And I've been through this before
Oh a hundred times or more
She keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for
She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
Always counts out the chords, I'm playing now
Always moves to the rythem she is making
She is, she is, she is my home
She is, she is, she is my home
And I've been through this before
Oh a hundred times or more
But she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for