There's a face inside your eyes
And the west wind breaks down across it
There's a space between the lines
And the late sun breaks down across it
YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME
Lay down upon your bed of nails
There's some cold gin waiting there for you
Let your head forget what ails you
There's a warm gun waiting there before you
YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME
It don't matter, baby, what you've done
Anyway, no one would believe
How many pearls you've dropped down in the mud
How many you threw back to the sea
All your family waits for you
And there's a great feast that lights up the night sky
YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME
YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME
YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME