Packed his bags and drove nAcross the bridgenTo where she waits by the garden gatesnOn the porch with a lemonadenBy the cherry trees, won't she be pleased?nn'Cause when the call of Hollywood comesnYou know it's timenTo come home to where you know nThat you've grownnnTook her to the churchnPut a ring around her necknLike they did when they were kidsnJust a dot on the map, but there he wasnGhost of a movie starnRoad pointing homennOn the lonely stretch before you forgetnWhat it wasnThat brought you here and takes younNear to your fate, don't waitnnHe buried something in this, wonderfulnFrom castles in Spain where she camenIt's for the people that you missnThe girls and boys that you'll never kissnnIt's for what went wrongnIt's for what went rightnIt's for what went wrongnIt's for what went rightnnAppear silent on the treenBranches below the moonnSinging bye byenBut the door is closing fastnOn a past she can't go backnnThis fairytale won't warm your heart tonightnShe's been broken, beaten, and bruisednBut still believin'nI've been broken, beaten, and bruisednBut still believin'nnStill believin' in younStill believin' in younStill believin' in you