Yesterday my radio came alive, All those songs seemed to be written about my life. Hearing "Ain't No Sunshine" makes me cry, "The Whole Worlds Down On Me" & "For The Good Times". Come home and put the string back in my bow. Come home for I have seeds I want to sow. Forgive me that this song is not sung by me, But my friend is more equipped to make this last plea. As minutes turn to hours & hours to days, Desperate times command the cries. My heart says... I swore I'd never write a song for you, But look at all the useless things that I now do. Here this house is empty but for blues, And the bathroom's full of shampoos that I don't use. Ain't no sunshine when you're gone, It's not warm when you're away. Ain't no sunshine when you're gone, And this house just ain't a home, All the time that you're away. Come home, I'll never hurt you again, I'll be your lifelong friend. (This may sound corny but it's true) Come home.