That woman's coming home,
I've got a telegram in my left hand to testify
It's been three months,
another week alone in this old house and I would wilt and die
I thought she didn't listen,
all those times I pleaded on the telephone
And told her that I was a brand new man
and that I needed her back home
That woman's coming home,
I take the trash outside and run a rag across the stove
I sweep the kitchen floor and do a broom
dance to the rhythms of the radio
Then I sit and see my foolish grin reflec
ted in the toaster's shiny chrome
It's so good to see me smile and it's so good to know my
woman's coming home
That woman's comin' home,
I say as I get in the car
While all the neighbors stare I
drive off to the station
Though I know it will be hours
Till the train gets there
When I'm flowing with the traffic,
I think back upon the last three months of fame
Oh
Lord, I'll change my ways,
but please don't ever let her leave me here again
Oh
Lord, I'll change my ways,
but please don't ever let her leave me here again
Oh,
Lord, I'll change my ways,
but please don't ever let her leave me again.