The Most Beautiful

Oh, if you're passing through
the most beautiful place in the world,
will you look for her,
is she still standing tall?
And if you find
the most beautiful place in the world,
won't you tell her I'm sorry,
tell her I need her now.
Tell her I want her,
tell her I'm coming back home.

I told her I was leaving,
said that she'd grown old and cold and wrong.
I packed up all my anger
and I swore that I'd be better off and gone.

But the second that I crossed that line,
Lord, I felt the dark close in behind —
and I'd trade back every bitter word
just to stand inside her glow.

Oh, if you're passing through
the most beautiful place in the world,
will you look for her,
is she still standing tall?
And if you find
the most beautiful place in the world,
won't you tell her I'm sorry,
tell her I need her now.
Tell her I want her,
tell her I'm coming back home.

I went and chased the greener grass,
went out searching for a kinder sky.
But there wasn't any harbor
half as warm as the one I left behind.

So if you're standing in her light tonight,
and you're luckier than I,
hold her close and don't you ever,
don't you ever say goodbye.

How do you only see it
once it's gone behind you in the rain?
How does a man not know his home
until he's standing in the cold again?

Oh, if you're passing through
the most beautiful place in the world —
well, I was a fool,
I was a fool to go,
and if you ever find
the most beautiful place in the world,
won't you tell her I'm sorry,
tell her I'm coming back home.
(the most beautiful place in the world)
Coming back home...
(the most beautiful place in the world)
tell her I'm coming back home.