From the recording Broadview
Original by Fine Young Cannibals.
Written by Roland Gift and David Steele.
Produced and performed by Dustin Leger.
Lyrics
nobody knows the trouble you feel.
nobody cares, the feeling is real.
johnny, we're sorry.
won't you come on home?
we worry.
won't you come on...
what is wrong in my life
that i must get drunk every night?
johnny, we're sorry.
use the phone to call your mum.
she's missing you badly.
missing her son.
who do you know?
where will you stay?
big city life is not what they say.
johnny, we're sorry.
won't you come on home?
we worry.
won't you come on...
what is wrong in my life
i must get drunk every night?
johnny, we're sorry.
you better go, everything's closed.
can't find a room, money's all blown.
no where to sleep, out in the cold.
nothing to eat, nowhere to go.
johnny, we're sorry.
won't you come on home?
we worry.
won't you come on...
what is wrong in my life
that i must get drunk every night?
johnny, we're sorry.