Coming Home

We nearly die with laughter We raise a hue and cry We hunt that witch we're after And never wonder why The man inside the mirror's gonna know I'm coming home, oh We do a lotta talking With nothing said at all We gear up for the rocking And just forget to roll The man inside the mirror's gonna show I'm coming home, oh What's the glory of a light without a shadow? The truth without the baring of a lie? Oh, it's all for the love For the pain For the grace of knowing how to miss It's all for the loss For the gain For the grace of being missed I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm entering the port Tell everyone, I'm coming home How can we tell the mad man That he has gone insane? How can we free the sad man From all his ball and chain? The man inside the mirror's gonna know I'm coming home, oh What's the glory of a light without a shadow? The truth without the baring of a lie? Oh, it's all for the love For the pain For the grace of knowing how to miss It's all for the loss For the gain For the grace of being missed I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm entering the port Tell everyone, I'm coming home It's all for the love For the pain It's all for the loss For the gain Oh, yeah It's all for the love For the pain For the grace of knowing how to miss It's all for the loss For the gain For the grace of being missed I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm entering the port Tell everyone, I'm coming home It's for the love, it's for the pain Tell everyone, I'm coming home It's for the loss, it's for the gain Tell everyone, I'm coming home