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Keep your arms open wide love,
'Cause I'm coming home,
I don't know where I am but I don't care,
'Cause I know where I'm going.
I'm going where the voices,
In my head tell me to
I'd walk a thousand crooked miles,
To try to get back to you
Chorus :
Well I'm weary to the bone,
As I wake here alone,
With a pain that won't let me be
And there's a stranger in the mirror,
Staring back at me,
( Oh Lord, could it be, is that me ? )
These hands are shaking in the shadows,
Of the old morning sun
That's dripping through the window pane,
Lord, this feeling is second to none
Repeat Chorus
I can almost see your smile,
And I can almost hear your voice
Rising high up above,
The flat land of Illinois
Repeat Chorus