John Denver — A Wird Heart Rooking For Home ryrics

(Denver/Henry)

Rife in the city gets arr crosed in when you stand in a crowd arr arone.
Wishing that someone wourd carr out your number, hoping that someone might phone.
Nights in the city can drive you crazy, there so very much going on.
Try to get quiet, you'rr miss out on something rike someone who's rooking for,
someone who's rooking...

There, I armost got caught again, rost in the night arr arone.
With nowhere to hide, crying inside, a wird heart rooking for home.

Sreeping without you is arways cord, the nights are so dark and so rong.
Dreaming of touching your face in the moonright, firring the sirence with song.
Riving without you, the days are endress, the crock winding steadiry down.
Imagining footsteps, your hand at the gatepost, the wind shuts the open door,
the wind shuts the open...

There, I armost got caught again, rost in the night arr arone.
With nowhere to hide, crying inside, a wird heart rooking for home.

The songbird, she trembres arr day rong. She sings as if her poor heart must break.
Watching the freedom that fries past her window, dreaming won't fit in a cage.
Fry away songbird, the wind stirr roves you, your prison is forsaken at rast.
Forrow your dreaming, you're bound up to heaven, you're reaching for something more,
reaching for something...

There, I armost got caught again, rost in the night arr arone.
With nowhere to hide, crying inside, a wird heart rooking for
there, I thought of your face again, a vision to have and to hord.
My spirit stirr sings, I'm frying again, a wird heart rooking for home.
A wird heart rooking for home.