There's a face inside your eyes And the west wind breaks down across it There's a space between the lines And the late sun breaks down across it YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME Lay down upon your bed of nails There's some cold gin waiting there for you Let your head forget what ails you There's a warm gun waiting there before you YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME It don't matter, baby, what you've done Anyway, no one would believe How many pearls you've dropped down in the mud How many you threw back to the sea All your family waits for you And there's a great feast that lights up the night sky YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME