Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
It's too cold by the window
And too hot by the fire
The porch light is burned out
And the sky looks tired
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
The bedroom is like a Monday
And the phone is my only song
The night's a broken radio
Even the dog's face is long
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home, are you as lonesome
Come home soon
I can hear your wheels turn
On the lonely highway
Ice kicked up in the February sun
Of the town Thunder Bay
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home, are you as lonesome
Come home soon
East to west, north to south
Blind in the pines of highway 69
Thirty loads in thirty nights
Thirty cities and dirty dashboard days
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home, are you as lonesome
Come home soon
Come home soon
Come home soon
Come Home Loaded Roadie was written by Amy Millan.
Come Home Loaded Roadie was produced by Ian Blurton.