I'd argued with my father
and thought he didn't care
It was cold and I was angry
As I cursed his name that day
When a car pulled up beside me
And I heard my father say
I can't bear the thought of you
Who was right or who was wrong
She heard me say it's over
Then I packed up my suitcase
and walked on out the door
A few days later, from a phone booth
I called and through my pain
Said I know I don't deserve it
But will you take me back again?
I can't bear the thought of you
who was right or who was wrong
Don't say a word, hang up the phone
My pops been gone a while now,
I was with her when she spoke
and then gently let it go
As she left to be with grandpa,
I swore I thought I heard
Come on home, come on home
I can't bear the thought of you
I've been waiting for you
and your time has finally come
Now you'll never have to be alone
