where are you now?   please come home   where are you now?   please come home   the kitchen is sold   please come home   the garden is bare   the birds have all flown      I dream of machines   that take you from here   I dream of machines    that take you from here   I dream of the nights   you breathed on my ear   I'll cut off my head   to stop all these tears      the wheat fields are all on fire   and I made them burn   the wheat fields are all on fire   will I ever learn      here in my arms   is where you should be   here in my arms   is where you should be   here in my heart   is a vacancy   I curse to the wind    that took you from me