Lost in the fog, these h ollow hills,
Blood running hot, n ight chills.
Without your love I 'll be,
So long and lost, are you m issing me?
Is it too late to c ome on home?
Are all those bridges now o ld stone?
Is it too late to c ome on home?
Can the city forgive?
I hear its s ad song.
I need the clouds to c over me,
Pulling them down, sur round me.
Without your love I ’ll be,
So long and lost, are you m issing me?
Is it too late to c ome on home?
Are all those bridges now o ld stone?
Is it too late to c ome on home?
Can the city forgive?
I hear its s ad song.
It’s been so long between the words we spoke,
Will you be there up on the shore, I hope.
You wonder why it is that I came home,
I figured out where I belong.
But it's too late to c ome on home,
Are all those bridges now o ld stone?
Is it too late to c ome on home?
Can the city forgive?
I hear its s ad song.
