I thought I'd give it up for good, 'cause none of my actions are understood. I thought I'd really leave, and my coming back's something you'd never perceive. I thought I'd make it; Yes, I really thought I'd make it, but then you smiled, you didn't rile me, now I'm running back running, running back. I saw a vision of a love long deceased and a chilly wind coming from East. I know I can say I did my best, but there were no more warm winds from the West. Still I thought I'd make it; Yes, I really tho ught I'd make it, but then you smiled, you didn't rile me, now I'm running back running, running back. I thought you'd never be missed, and I really believed we'd never share another kiss. And I thought for the last time I'd touched your hand, but your love draws me back like quicksand. Still I thought I'd make it; Yes, I really thought I'd make it, but then you smiled, you didn't rile me, now I'm running back running, running back. And now I'm coming yes home. I'm coming home.