Deacon Blue - Walking back home

The ^Astars and satellites Are quiet over the hills ^Etonight And the ^E7cats' eyes and white lines Are heading out for ^Amiles The ^Afrost on the embankment Keeps my feet on the ^Eroad But the ^E7tunes and beers Are walking us back ^Ahome

And ^Awe stopped any travellers And wished them good new ^Eyear And we ^E7sang and we drunk And we quarrelled and we ^Acheered And we ^Atouched the sky above us And we felt the earth ^Ebelow And we ^E7knew how good it was Just walking back ^Ahome

I ^Aleft them at the circle As the sun began to ^Erise And we ^E7walked the last few hundred yards Back to my own ^Ahouse I ^Apulled my coat still closer 'Cause now I'm on my ^Eown I've ^E7struck out for the first time And now I'm walking back ^Ahome