Coming Home

(Song Begins...)

Well I've found self hate and "lesser-knowns"
will burn out quick, but like to stick around

So I feel broke to pieces, cause I've been too far alone,
But now I know how it goes...

Big wheels keep comin', I'm too far from home.
But now it's cold like wine that's broken minds
as I'm beat here on my own,

So I'd go home to bed now, but I've got too far to go
Now I know...

In this song I pray to You, God, hear me now...

I'm unsure, broke-bottle, and on this floor.
Now I'll burn my fire,
my desire, and I hope it keeps me warm.

And I know I've been somewhere and I came to far to go,
But now I know... and it goes...

"Black fire", "backwater", and "broken homes"
are the passers-by, like exit signs, on your ever-winding road.

So I'd go home to bed now, but I've got too far to go
Now I know...

In this song I pray to You, I'm coming home...

I'm coming home,
and now I've earned my fire, and my desire,
and it shows to everyone I'll ever know.

(Solo)

Work Harder,
Drink Water, and
Take it Slow...

Don't forget your fire,
your one desire,
when you wake up on the floor of a home
that you don't know cause you're so far from your own...

Now I know...
and I assume I'll see you soon,
I'm Coming Home.