Robert Cray - (Won't Be) Coming Home Lyrics
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(Won't Be) Coming Home
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What Are The Lyrics For (Won't Be) Coming Home By Robert Cray?
As her car pulls out the driveway
And she don’t wave goodbye Her last words echo in my mind Listen honey, I gotta get away I’m standing here watching her tail lights As if they’re some kind of sign Fading into a memory I just got tired of trying So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home Two days later I get a letter A picture of a room in some hotel Sitting framed up on the table, A picture I know so well You’ve painted yourself in to a corner Now you’re trying to paint something new And your lipstick on the letter Is a goodbye kiss from you So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home I still set the table Still set it for you and me It’s become a habit My own personal make believe So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home |
Who Wrote (Won't Be) Coming Home By Robert Cray?
Adam Saunders, Marc Cousins
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What's The Duration Of The (Won't Be) Coming Home By Robert Cray?The duration of (Won't Be) Coming Home is 4:52 minutes and seconds. |
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