Won't You Come Home - Devendra Banhart

Won’t you come home, I surrender

I miss my sweet bag of bones, drunk and tender

Why don’t you want to stay here, suspended

In the dead arms of a year that has ended?

Can’t see the shape of the song that we’re singing

River too dirty for us to go swimming

Why would you want to stay clear of adoration

That disappears when you’re nearing your close

Won’t you come home, I surrender

I miss my sweet bag of bones, drunk and tender

Why don’t you want to stay here, suspended

In the dead arms of a year that has ended?