Coming Home

I wonder where my friend has gone I wonder where it all went wrong Was there something I should have known? I looked for her in Amsterdam I cried for her in Birmingham Wonder if she's ever coming home Coming home, coming home Standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own Out here picking flowers, all the seeds are left unsown Better off if she was coming home Oh, better off if she was coming home I had a woman tall and fine She left me at a railway sign Something 'bout she's off to Mexico With my feet on the track and her shadow on my back I wonder if I'm ever going home Going home, going home Standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own Out here picking flowers, all the seeds are left unsown Better off if I was going home Oh, better off if I was going home Coming home, coming home Standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own Out here picking flowers, all the seeds are left unsown Better off if she was coming home Better off if she was coming home