Everywhere in the world could be
more perfect and beautiful than here
but there's no chance in my leaving home,
knowing the chances that you'll
come back around.

I'd rather just stay here.
Wait out all this cold.
I know you're coming home.

Mountains and skylines,
flatlands and faces
I'd like to see them all,
but the chances I'd find you in them
are likely very small.

I'd rather just stay here.
Wait out all the storms.
I know you're coming home.

Pretty girls and sun,
beaches, and sea breeze
I'd like to feel that skin,
but I doubt I'd catch your eye
no matter how hard I'd try.

I'd rather just stay here.
Even if all you know is my name.
I know you're coming home.