Coming Home

Bags are packed and loaded Final boarding call As I check the phone one last time Before I switch it off I see a picture and a text that says We're gonna see you soon And I take a sip of coffee Put some headphones on Feel the weight is lifted off me The year is almost gone I sit back and let the music Wash over my racing mind I love running running running running out On my own But there's still nothing nothing nothing nothing like Coming home Drifting in and out of consciousness Several hour flight While a million different flashbacks Dance across my eyes I see them all but in no order Memories don't agree with time They keep rushing rushing rushing rushing out On their own But there's still nothing nothing nothing nothing like Coming home I have crossed the world Tasted every shore Felt the thrill of freedom And the thirst for more They say a restless heart Will always choose to roam But there's still nothing nothing nothing nothing like Coming home Like coming home Like coming home Coming home Like coming home Coming home Like coming home Coming home And I've been running running running running out On my own But there's still nothing nothing nothing nothing like Coming home