Coming Home

Even when the river stops Even when it all looks different Even if I grow up Even if something's missing Something's missing I'm still coming home I'm still coming home To breathe the air that tastes so sweet Knows all my strength Knows all my weakness Reminding me that I was a child Reminding me I'm coming home I am coming home I wanna lay on these old streets I wanna stay here for a while I wanna go to where we used to I wanna do the things that we used to do Cause I'm coming home Cause you are my home Yeah yeah My sweet sweet home My brothers in the back yeard My mamas standing guard My fathers on the boulevard With my sister in his arms And now shes older, a little bolder Shes still resting on his shoulders So that she doesn't miss a thing Way above the crowd she sits and sings that I'm coming home He is coming home I wanna lay on these old streets I wanna stay here for a while I wanna go to where we used to I wanna do the things that we used to do Cause I'm coming home Cause you are my home Yeah yeah My sweet sweet home I'm on my own I have these aching bones It's something nice to know I wanna lay on these old streets I wanna stay here for a while I wanna go to where we used to I wanna do the things that we used to do Cause I'm coming home Cause you are my home Yeah yeah My sweet sweet home