Take Me Home
Paul Smith, Duncan Lloyd
And the moon is
Hidden tonight
By a swab of cotton
Sodden with light
(Take me home)
And this is our street corner
Where no-one else has kissed-goodnight
(No-one else)
And this is sacred ground
Whenever you're around
Take me home
I want you
There'll be no postponing
Any of our emotions tonight
I fell asleep with the phone in my hand
You're getting accustomed to a fallible man
(Take me home)
Some gentlemen prefer brunettes
But that's an arbitrary turn of events
(Take me home)
I know you're gonna leave
So grant me my reprieve!
Take me home