You were bent out of shape,   and over a knee...over me.   So you sent all your words,   and every plea to tell me.      But I've never been wooed by a letter.   Cause having you with me is better.      Come home to me.      You had lost all your will,   your way out of Texas...you're out of reach.   And it had cost quite a bit,   your family's pride at your feet.      But I've never been wooed by a letter.   Cause having you with me is better.      Come home to me.      And I've seen your face try to hide,   the swell of water, the lack of pride.   But I can only sing what I feel,   if you don't walk away,   then it was never real.      Come home to me.