I see the faces on my picture one is youI see the reasons why the picture just ain’t trueI’m going homeI’m gonna be there one of these morningsGonna break away on the thirteenth of julyI’m going homeGoing homeThe dust collector keeps on banging at my doorTales of the wild west, I can’t mean it anymoreI’m going homeI’m gonna be there one of these morningsGonna break away on the thirteenth of julyI’m going homeGoing homeAnd I’ll be there one of these morningsWalk down the road and there you are, yes I amMaybe I’ll see you if I canBreak away, from one of these memoriesWalk down the road and there you are, yes I amMaybe I’ll see you if I canI’m going homeI’m gonna be there one of these morningsGonna break away on the thirteenth of julyI’m going homeGoing homeGoing homeGoing homeGoing home