Keep your arms open wide love, 
'Cause I'm coming home, 
I don't know where I am but I don't care,
'Cause I know where I'm going. 
I'm going where the voices, 
In my head tell me to
I'd walk a thousand crooked miles, 
To try to get back to you

Chorus : 
Well I'm weary to the bone, 
As I wake here alone, 
With a pain that won't let me be
And there's a stranger in the mirror, 
Staring back at me,
( Oh Lord, could it be, is that me ? )

These hands are shaking in the shadows, 
Of the old morning sun
That's dripping through the window pane, 
Lord, this feeling is second to none

Repeat Chorus

I can almost see your smile, 
And I can almost hear your voice
Rising high up above, 
The flat land of Illinois

Repeat Chorus