Its one hundred and nine degreesIn this crowded roomNo room to breatheWith walls as cold as a galleryThis is no place for meSuch hard faces set in smokeThe smell of anger’s in my clothesIt’s a bad night to be aloneBut that’s the way it goesAnd I think of youWhenever life gets me downI think of youWhenever you’re not aroundAnd you rest your bonesSomewhere far from my ownYeah, but you still pull me homeI thought I had it figured outIn a brand new life with great big houseAnd grey initials on the towelsI should be happy now, wellYou got yourself a familyAnd you planted roots down by the seaI saw you once on the streetYou didn’t notice meBut I think of youWhenever life gets me downI think of youWhenever you’re not aloneAnd you rest your bonesSomewhere far from my ownYeah, but you still pull me homeJust to put your mind at easeYou don’t owe me anythingYou paid me with you memoryAnd I think of youWhenever life gets me downI think of youWhenever you’re not aroundAnd you rest your bonesSomewhere far from my ownYeah, but you still pull me homeYeah, but you still pull me home