Come down hard. Come down strong. The strong words say, Before too long We'll find a way To poison, Our bed. Draw me up. Draw me down. Take this medicine In a broken cup. I didn't think, This bitter taste Would linger on. Fare thee well, My delicate one I'll make it up to you In the morning sun Fare thee well, I want you to know Wherever I roam, I'll call you home Yeah everyday, Every way. I hear folks say That a man can change. And I guess that I, Always find Something in the way. But faith can heal A lot of wounds. And here at night, In this reddened room I look to the ceiling And find a reason To carry on. Fare thee well, My delicate one. I'll make it up to you In the morning sun. Fare thee well And I want you to know, Wherever I roam I call you home. Wherever I roam, I call you home. Wherever I roam, I call you home. Wherever I roam, I call you home.