It’s hard to let you go in the romantic glow of the mushroom cloud on the horizon, but
there’s things I must do & that means leaving you cause I work best without a companion
While I’m alone and damp in that cold raider camp
It’s them I’ll be killing, but I’ll be thinking of you

Cause there’s caps to be had and there’s junk to be mined
Weapons and armor that I need to find And when I reach the end of this quest line,
Done everything I need to do…
I’m coming back home to you.

There’s ghouls in Chinese submarines, a kid stuck in a fridge, an amusement park entirely run by gangs
There’s Illuminati synths at the Institute, and the treasures of Jamaica Plain
& maybe I can fly out on Old Ironsides If I can fix these engines with this old robot crew

Cause there’s caps to be had and there’s junk to be mined
Weapons and armor that I need to find And when I reach the end of this quest line,
Done everything I need to do…
I’m coming back home to you.

And I’d take you with me if you learned not to talk, and not rush into every single fight but
since I need to sneak like I have half a brain, I’ll just seek your lover’s embrace each night

Cause there’s caps to be had and there’s junk to be mined
Weapons and armor that I need to find And when I reach the end of this quest line,
Done everything I need to do…
I’m coming back home to you.
Cause there’s caps to be had and there’s junk to be mined
Weapons and armor that I need to find And when I reach the end of this quest line,
Done everything I need to do…
I’m coming back home to you.
I’m coming back home to you. Coming back home to you. I’m coming back home to you.