Home is a wounded heart

Home is a wounded heart
Haven’t you heard the story
He’s out for love and for glory
And she’s waiting home by the fire

And wasn’t it yesterday
Wasn’t it me who said
I swore that you’d never regret it
Now home is a wounded heart

It’s a complicated thing
Not an ordinary thing
My heart just breaks in two
Cos I can see you standing there
And know that I can’t bear your wounded heart

Paint me a red balloon
Give me string and baby I’ll tie it
Give me a ring and baby I’ll buy it
And bring it on home to you
Home to a wounded heart