No Going Home

No matter what I do

I know I’ll never do what’s right.

I’m just trying to keep my head

above the rushing waterline.

So I go up to the bridge

and watch that lonesome river wind.

Darling, I wish you were mine

(I wish that you were mine).

So I walk around pretending

that I don’t really care

but I miss the whiskey on your breath

and sweat upon your hair.

So I go up to the bridge

and watch that lonesome river wind.

Darling, I wish you were mine

(I wish that you were mine).

 

There will be no going home.

There’ll be no more going home.

There will be no going home.

There’ll be no more going home.

I stand over the river

and I watch the water flow.

There’s frost on my body

and there’s ice upon my soul.

So I go up to the bridge

and watch that lonesome river wind.

Darling, I wish you were mine

(I wish that you were mine).

The moon is bright and low

on that North Dakota road

with the sound of Dolly Parton

on that crackling radio.

So I go up to the bridge

and watch that lonesome river wind.

Darling, I wish you were mine

(I wish that you were mine).

There will be no going home.

There’ll be no more going home.

There will be no going home.

There’ll be no more going home.

There will be no going home.

There’ll be no more going home.

There will be no going home.

There’ll be no more going home.