Dusty living room with paintings on the wall
Staring back at me for as far as I can recall
Tiny flashing lights wrapped around the plastic tree
And your names are on boxes, they're on boxes, written in ink

You've been away for far too long
And I've been feeling so alone
I've got no cash for a ticket
So I'll come running to Vancouver for you

When will you come home
I'm sitting here waiting
With this old guitar
I'm singing here waiting

'Cause I miss the sound of your voice
I miss the stories that would go on forever
And I miss the dinner table noise
I miss the Sundays that we'd spend together
And I miss you

You've been away for far too long
And I've been feeling so alone
I've got no cash for a ticket
So I'll come running to Vancouver for you
This house ain't a home without you
It's just bricks and stones without you
This house ain't a home without you
It's just bricks and stones without you

You've been away for far too long
And I've been feeling so alone
I've got no cash for a ticket
So I'll come running to Vancouver for you
I've got no cash for a ticket
So I'll come running to Vancouver for you
Ooooh
I've got no cash for a ticket, so I'll come running home
Running home to you