Coming Home

Fire, sparkles across the wood and I see your face
Smilin' right at me and in your eyes I feel your grace
Through thin nylon walls, the wind is howling out
All the while the same wind picks me up and carries me your way

I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home

Call of the mountain, I tried to brush it off 500 ways
Tryna climb this mountain wall, and I recall the way you used to brush my face
So far from home yet your lighthouse keeps on beaming through my darkest hour
Three thousand feet of air beneath my shaded tent wants to hold my tears

I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home

Chocolate, my last piece, two nights ago and I can feel myself fading
Sepia colored dreams of filling water into balloons, play all afternoon
Mother, holdin' my hand in a straight line my first week of school
Father, the first time, I rode my bike or shot a gun, you were right there by my side, even when I cried

Now I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Well I'm coming home



Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Friis
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