Home Is a Wounded Heart

Home is a wounded heart

Haven't you heard the story

He's out for love and for glory

And she's waitin' home by the fire

And wasn't it yesterday

Wasn't it me who said it

I swore that you'd never regret it

Now home is a wounded heart

It's a complicated thing,

Not an ordinary thing

My heart just breaks in two

'Cause I can see you standing there

You know that I can't bear

Your wounded heart

Paint me a red balloon

Give me a string and baby I'll tie it

Give me a ring and baby I'll buy it

And bring it on home to you

Home to a wounded heart