Home Is A Wounded Heart

"Home is a Wounded Heart"


Words and Music by Neil Diamond

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
and 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 is a wounded heart.