Текст: American Hi-Fi. Baby Come Home.

I understand your point of view
So what do I say?
I've been underwhelmed before
You've got a lot to prove

Somewhere lines get crossed it's true
It's the nature of things
The longer we can see it through
The more we make believe

Baby likes a blue sky, I don't mind
If it's gonna rain on me sometime
Maybe got her mind made up for sure
Baby, won't you come back home?

All the people that we love
Disappoint us the most
Makeshift friends and low demands
We're running outta time

Baby likes a blue sky, I don't mind
If it's gonna rain on me sometime
Maybe got her mind made up for sure
Baby, won't you come back home?

My late night call
One way to fall
I miss you still

Baby likes a blue sky, I don't mind
If it's gonna rain on me sometime
Maybe got her mind made up for sure
Baby, won't you come back home?

Baby, won't you come back home?
Baby, won't you come back home?
Baby, won't you come back home?