Hanging onto photographs, scenes of better days
Self-explaining silhouettes of games I used to play
I don't think I'll ever get around to throwing them away
Nothing seems to happen baby since you've been away
Crossword puzzle, half completed, lying on the floor
Cigarette bu*ts seem to lead me nearer to the door
I don't think you're ever coming round any more
I have never felt this bad at any time before
Won't you come back
Baby won't you come back
I need you
Oh how I need you
Oh won't you come back
Baby won't you come back
I need you
All my sins can't be as bad as you make out they are
Is it because I don't have a house and shiny car?
I will bring you anything you want, from near or far
I will write a song and be a rock-and-rolling star
Ah won't you come back
Baby won't you come back
I need you
Oh how I need you
Won't you come on home baby
I need you