You’ve got to take me home, you silly girl
and put your arms around me
you’ve got to take me home, you silly girl
oh, the world’s not round without you

I’m so sorry that I broke your heart
please don’t leave my side
oh, take me home, you silly girl
cause I’m still in love with you…

You walked into my house last night
I couldn’t help but notice
A light that was long gone still burning strong
You were sitting
Your fingers like fuses
Your eyes were cinnamon

You said you stand for every known abuse
That was ever threatened to anyone but you
And why should I know better by now
When I’m old enough not to?

While every lie speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I can’t decide over right or wrong
I guess sometimes you need the place where you belong

Some may sing the wrong words to the wrong melody
It’s little things like this that matter to me
Others feel that you should stand
For every known abuse to hand
And all the things that they could never see

You said you stood
For every known abuse that was ever promised to anyone like you
Don’t you wish you knew better by now
When you’re old enough not to?

When every lie speaks the language of love
And never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I can’t decide over right or wrong
You left the feeling that I just do not belong

One drink too many
And a joke gone too far
I see a face driving a stolen car
Gets harder to hide
When you’re hitching a ride
Harder to hide what you really saw

Oh, yeah, you stand
For every known abuse that I’ve ever seen my way through
Don’t I wish I knew better by now?
Well I think I’m starting to

When every lie speaks the language of love
And never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I’ve lost the line between right or wrong
I just want to find the place where I belong

Why should you know better by now
When you’re old enough not to?
I wish I knew better by now
When I’m old enough not to

I want to live
I want to give
I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold
It’s these expressions I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I’m getting old

I’ve been to Hollywood
I’ve been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a Heart of Gold

And I’m getting old

So : the choice I have made
May seem strange to you
But who asked you, anyway ?
It’s my life to wreck
My own way

You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole

So the life I have made
May seem wrong to you
But, I’ve never been surer
It’s my life to ruin
My own way

You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole

To someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole

To someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah