Going Home

I’m going home now darling
I’m going home at last
Gonna see the ones I left crying
Crying in the past

I did not mean to hurt ‘em
Or make love a kind of crime
It’s just that I seemed to get it wrong
Almost all the time

I wonder if I’m forgiven
If they remember me at all
Or was I just some distraction
Between the spring and fall

Well my love was real as rainbows
I was not playing games
I remember them all quite clearly
But I was never good with names