Lyrics:

Hanging onto photographs, scenes of better days
Self-explaining silhouettes of games I used to play
I don't think I'll ever get around to throwing them away
Nothing seems to happen baby since youve been away
Crossword puzzle, half completed, lying on the floor
Cigarette butts seem to lead me nearer to the door
I don't think you're ever coming round any more
I have never felt this bad at any time before
Wont you come back
Baby wont you come back
I need you
Oh how I need you
Oh wont you come back
Baby wont you come back
I need you
All my sins can't be as bad as you make out they are
Is it because I don't have a house and shiny car?
I will bring you anything you want, from near or far
I will write a song and be a rock-and-rolling star
Ah wont you come back
Baby wont you come back
I need you
Oh how I need you
Wont you come on home baby
I need you