An oth er sum mer day has come and gone a way in Par is and Rome, but I wan na go home.

May be sur round ed by a mil lion peo ple; I still feel all a lone, just wan na go home.

Oh, I miss you, you know.

I’ve been keep ing all the let ters that I wrote to you,

It’s each one a line or two, When “I’m fine, ba by, how are you?”

I would send them, but I know that it’s just not e nough.

My words were cold and flat, but and you de serve more

than that.

An oth er ae ro plane, an oth er sun ny place; in I’m ther luck y, I know, but I wan na go home.

I’ve got to go home.

Let me go home.

I’m just too far from where you are; I wan na go home.

And I home.

And I’m sur round ed by a mil lion peo ple; I, I still feel a lone, and let me go home.

Oh, I miss you, you know.

Let me go home,

I’ve had my run, and ba by, I’m done, I’ve got to go home.

Let me go home.

It ’ll all be all right;

I’ll be home to night.

I’m com ing back home.