Home is a wounded heart
  Haven't you heard the story
  He's out for love and for glory
  And she's waitin' home by the fire
  
  And wasn't it yesterday
  Wasn't it me who said it
  I swore that you'd never regret it
  Now home is a wounded heart
  
  It's a complicated thing,
  Not an ordinary thing
  My heart just breaks in two
  'Cause I can see you standing there
  You know that I can't bear
  Your wounded heart
  
  Paint me a red balloon
  Give me a string and baby I'll tie it
  Give me a ring and baby I'll buy it
  And bring it on home to you
  Home to a wounded heart