Besedila: Linda Ronstadt. Back Home.

The grass it seems greener since I saw it last
New beauty keeps springing from out of my past
These old things seem so good to me
And you most of all
And you most of all

The day that I left here this place seemed so wrong
Saw many just like it all summer long
I thought of you, not someone new
It's here I belong
I was sure you'd be gone

It doesn't matter where I went
I don't regret the time I spent
The things I learnt just brought me back to you

Here I stand in your doorway and what will you do
The best I can hope for is that you'll want me too
I took the chance of losing you
And it's you that I found, and me