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Won’t Be Home Tonight

Composer: Sam Gaffney

Staring at the ceiling in a hotel room,
Been gone a long time now.
The girl’s back home.

Slaved away, and then one day
My songs got played.
Now I’m off on tour,
Doing what they say.

And every day I’m gone
Your image fades some more.
Can’t smile in a letter,
Can’t touch on the phone.

So I wait.
And I hope.
And kid myself that this way can work.

CHORUS:
Won’t be home tonight
Working overtime
Give me just a few more days,
What’s a little longer gonna matter anyway?
Can’t get on that flight.
Won’t make it home tonight.

I ain’t called in days.
She’s got me there.
Tell her I’ve been busy,
Gotta sound like I care.

Say don’t believe what you read
‘Bout girls at shows.
There’s guards all around,
They can’t get close.

That girl’s just a friend,
Bumped into her here.
She ain’t like that,
Don’t you fear.

It’ll all work out fine
I’ll be back in no time.

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