Come on Home

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