| Rest a-here then yesterday |
| She’s kicking up some dust |
| Patience ain’t a virtue, babe |
| Patience is a must |
| A record of curt love letters |
| Find the writer’s words |
| She’s dares me on the telephone |
| She says, come on, baby, who’ll flare up first |
| If you lived here you’d be home by now |
| Anyhow, anyway |
| If you lived here you’d be home by now |
| Any day |
| Well, I’m never where my heart is |
| Even when I’m home |
| Well, not so much for the rambling |
| But is the feeling low? |
| Well, I’d light up for anything |
| Yeah, I’d light up all day |
| When I get my mind made up for me |
| If the sky’s in front of me, get out of my way |
| If you lived here you’d be home by now |
| Anyhow, anyway |
| If you lived here you’d be home by now |
| Any day |
| If all or some of my indecision, that’s what I felt |
| Put it in a corner stored with lies and guilt |
| I may remember my living in pain |
| Well, the roads have got us all wondering |
| What d’you think you’re gonna do |
| Where else you gonna go |
| I may not be the man you want |
| But I’m the only man you know |
| Well, she gathered up all her jack-o-lanterns |
| She took 'em on out to the woods |
| And she kicked in all the carved-out faces |
| Of our little neighbourhood |
| If you lived here you’d be home by now |
| Anyhow, anyway |
| If you lived here you’d be home by now |
| Any time, any day |
| If you lived here you’d be home by now |
| Anyhow, anyway |
| If you lived here you’d be home by now |
| Any time, any day |