Do you come here often? Me, I stop once in a while: A midnight sanctuary For the faithless in exile. Iím not after passion. Simple comfortís more my style. You donít have To make me laugh. You donít even have to smile.
Just bring me home, and weíll say nothing Of the lives we led before. Just bring me home, and weíll leave all our Baggage piled outside the door. Histories and burdens Arenít so easy to ignore. Tonight I want to show you We donít need them anymore. Just bring me home. Just bring me home.
Must this magic moment Be a license to confess, While youíre waiting for the whiskey To conceal the consequence? Truth is just a shadow: We can never really guess What a truth reveals, And what it steals From a chance at happiness.
Just bring me home, and I wonít tell you Any truths or any lies. Just bring me home, and let me take some Of the sadness from your eyes. When the morning wakes us, And the sun begins to rise, I will ask no questions. You will need no alibis. Just bring me home. Just bring me home.
There, beneath the shadows, Hangs a face that knows my name, Looking for the exit To the land from which we came. That worldís gone, we canít go back: Things will never be the same. Weíre older now, And colder now, And thereís only life to blame.
Just bring me home without excuses From the faithful and the blind. Just bring me home, for simple pleasures And the comforts we can find. If I can touch your body I wonít try to touch your mind. I donít need your honesty; I just want you to be kind. Just bring me home. Just bring me home. Just bring me home.