Lyrics:

Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
I've sung every song about being alone
Honey please be there when I get home
The tourists have all given up for the night
Coyotes howl to my left and my right
I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
The wind's growin' stronger and I'm caught by the throat
My tarpaulin flaps like a pensioner's coat
Honey please be there when I get home
With old friends on the pogey and me on the pills
I'm hooked on the white lines that run through the hills
I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
Well there's not many wise men you'll meet in this life
Old Bill at the lake had never took him a wife
Oh honey please be there when I get home
When I asked him about it he just shook his head
Love is for dreamers is all that he said
I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone