作词 : Allen
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