| I’m staring out into the night | 
| Trying to hide the pain | 
| I’m going to the place where love | 
| And feeling good don’t ever cost a thing | 
| And the pain you feel’s a different kind of pain | 
| Well, I’m going home | 
| To the place where I belong | 
| And where your love has always been enough for me | 
| I’m not running from | 
| No, I think you’ve got me all wrong | 
| I don’t regret this life I chose for me | 
| But these places and these faces are getting old | 
| So, I’m going home | 
| Well, I’m going home | 
| The miles are getting longer, it seems | 
| The closer I get to you | 
| I’ve not always been the best man or friend for you | 
| But your love remains true | 
| And I don’t know why | 
| You always seem to give me another try | 
| So, I’m going home | 
| To the place where I belong | 
| And where your love has always been enough for me | 
| I’m not running from | 
| No, I think you’ve got me all wrong | 
| I don’t regret this life I chose for me | 
| But these places and these faces are getting old | 
| Be careful what you wish for | 
| 'Cause you just might get it all | 
| You just might get it all | 
| And then some you don’t want | 
| Be careful what you wish for | 
| 'Cause you just might get it all | 
| You just might get it all, yeah | 
| I’m going home | 
| To the place where I belong | 
| And where your love has always been enough for me | 
| I’m not running from | 
| No, I think you got me all wrong | 
| I don’t regret this life I chose for me | 
| But these places and these faces are getting old | 
| I said, these places and these faces are getting old | 
| So, I’m going home | 
| Well, I’m going home |