Coming Home

Summer has been clothed in orange and brown All the leaves are falling to the ground So before the last hint of warmth is gone I'd just like to say I was wrong The sign says five hundred more miles till I'm there And that familiar scent has entered the air My fifth cup of coffee is settling in And I'm wondering where to begin If I said I had an answer I'd be lying But I was wondering if you could make me laugh Cuz I'm sick of trying I've been granted my time to figure out All the things that I still don't know And now I'm driving thru the night I am coming home The wind is turning angrier The sky is growing more unsure I'm holding on tight to the steering wheel Driving thru the motions of how I feel Cuz it's a mess all around me and I'm trying to clean it I guess what I'm saying is I didn't mean it And I'm ending up right back where I've already been But this time I won't leave again