I feel inside out, turned around.  I haven't been myself these days.  And I can be so wrong, or so right on. Just depending on the day.  And it's a long way home. Don't you thing you ought to stay?  Cuz it's a long way home. I really thing you ought to stay with me.  I hold my head up high, pretend I'm fine.  I'm still kinda wondering why.  Because if it's you I want,  it's silly to play all these little stupid games.  Cuz it's a long way home. I really thing you ought to stay  Cuz it's a long way home. I really thing you ought to stay with me