Keep your arms open wide love,    'Cause I'm coming home,    I don't know where I am but I don't care,   'Cause I know where I'm going.    I'm going where the voices,    In my head tell me to   I'd walk a thousand crooked miles,    To try to get back to you      Chorus :    Well I'm weary to the bone,    As I wake here alone,    With a pain that won't let me be   And there's a stranger in the mirror,    Staring back at me,   ( Oh Lord, could it be, is that me ? )      These hands are shaking in the shadows,    Of the old morning sun   That's dripping through the window pane,    Lord, this feeling is second to none      Repeat Chorus      I can almost see your smile,    And I can almost hear your voice   Rising high up above,    The flat land of Illinois      Repeat Chorus