You killing time walking aroundnHe’s running late with the fellows downtownnYou need a reason like a prayernHe’s never here, he’s never therennI’m going home with younI’m going home with younnEleven thirty every timenTwo buttons loose now you realizenI see the eyes that your mama gave younI see the mess that your daddy made you nnI’m going home with younI’m going home with younnI see you in your bloodshot dressnI see you from your love shot messnI see you holding onnWhen all your love is gonennI’m going home with younI’m going home with younnShe’s had enough of West 19thnOn hand and foot and bended kneenThese awful bets and broken wordsnHes out of time and you say to mennI’m going home with you nI’m going home with younnI see you in your bloodshot dressnI see steal from your love shot messnI see you holding onnWhen all your love is gonen