There's a light that burns bright at the end of the doorway
And it comes on every night at 5 PM
There's a ring wrapped round this old, tired finger
And it's waiting on you to come on home
Come on home
Super is waitin'
Come on home
Your little girl's crying
We're waiting on you
To make up your mind
So come on home
We'll be here all night
There's drawer in a dresser
That hasn't been opened
Inside is a book with words in red
And I know you're too tired to keep on tryin'
But He's waitin' on you to come on home
Come on home
The Father, He's waitin'
Come on home
Your broken heart's crying
You know it's up to you
To make up your mind
So come on home
And give Him your life
Yeah, come on home
And give Him your life
