When the sun bakes And the clay cakes On your boot lace Come on home When the sun bakes And the clay cakes On your boot laces Well, come on home I have seen your City dreams pour Out like sugar in a bowl And I have seen lights Shine in your eyes They're not shining any more They're not shining any more When it's so dry That you can't cry And the gra** flies Come on home When it's so dry That your hair flies
Off into the yellow skies Well, come on home I have seen your City dreams pour Out like sugar in a bowl And I have seen lights Shine in your eyes They're not shining any more They're not shining any more They're not shining any more They're not shining any more That's what this letter is for That's what this letter is for And I'm looking for your sweet semaphore Be looking for my sweet semaphore