I thought I'd give it up for good,  'cause none of my actions are understood.  I thought I'd really leave,  and my coming back's something you'd never perceive.  I thought I'd make it;  Yes, I really thought I'd make it,  but then you smiled, you didn't rile   me,  now I'm running back  running, running back.  I saw a vision of a love long deceased  and a chilly wind coming from East.  I know I can say I did my best,  but there were no more warm winds from the West.  Still I thought I'd make it;  Yes, I really tho  ught I'd make it,  but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,  now I'm running back  running, running back.  I thought you'd never be missed,  and I really believed we'd never share another kiss.  And I thought for the last time I'd touched your hand,  but your love draws me back like quicksand.  Still I thought I'd make it;  Yes, I really thought I'd make it,  but then you smiled, you didn't rile me,  now I'm running back  running, running back.  And now I'm coming yes home.  I'm coming home.