Bring Me Home Songtext
von Stevie Mac

Looking back I see the good days
Perched upon this precipice of life
I turn and stare out to the darkness
Can I make it out?
The jury′s got no evidence against us
We're just dogs, fighting for what′s thrown our way
Strong enough to keep the pack together
But too proud to beg

Oh my good will it deserts me when I'm feeling wronged
I'd throw my lot in with the devil if he′d bring me home
Bring me home


When I feel loose around the edges
A dusty volume on a shelf
Will I be fondly remembered
By those who needed my help?
When I fade into the distance
Will I have made my children proud?
Will I be on the right side of history
When the gavel sounds?

Oh he′s been whispering many a thing
But I'm hangin′ on
I pray that I'll resist the devil
When he sings that song
Oh it′s torture to hear those words
And be strung along
'Cause I′d give anything to anyone
Who'd bring me home
Bring me home