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I've seen Christ the Redeemer through Brazilian fog
Seen Concerto No. 20 at Carnegie Hall
I witnessed a butterfly migration in all its splendor
Seen Buffalos covered in snow at Yellowstone during winter
None of these things compare, to seeing my mama's face
...On Christmas day
Gathered around the dinner table while she is saying grace
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way home
I've traveled trains from Seattle to Maine
Seen lightning touch the open plains, in Oklahoma rain
From purple trees in Nepal
To the northern lights of Montreal
I've lived and breathed the essence of it all
But nothing joyous as seeing my little sister smile
Who hasn't seen me in a while
Hanging with my siblings under Tennessee clouds
I'm on my way back home
It won't be too long
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way back home
On my way home
Burning time, chasing my mind out on the highway
Even when I'm flying, I'm writing rhymes for very little pay
From Santa Fe to L.A
From Zimbabwe to Oakland Bay
So many faces I've seen along the way
Something my mama said, stayed in my head
She said eat life just like bread, before you're dead
And now I'm fully fed
So I'm going back home
It won't be too long
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way back home yeah
I'm on my way home
Seen Concerto No. 20 at Carnegie Hall
I witnessed a butterfly migration in all its splendor
Seen Buffalos covered in snow at Yellowstone during winter
None of these things compare, to seeing my mama's face
...On Christmas day
Gathered around the dinner table while she is saying grace
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way home
I've traveled trains from Seattle to Maine
Seen lightning touch the open plains, in Oklahoma rain
From purple trees in Nepal
To the northern lights of Montreal
I've lived and breathed the essence of it all
But nothing joyous as seeing my little sister smile
Who hasn't seen me in a while
Hanging with my siblings under Tennessee clouds
I'm on my way back home
It won't be too long
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way back home
On my way home
Burning time, chasing my mind out on the highway
Even when I'm flying, I'm writing rhymes for very little pay
From Santa Fe to L.A
From Zimbabwe to Oakland Bay
So many faces I've seen along the way
Something my mama said, stayed in my head
She said eat life just like bread, before you're dead
And now I'm fully fed
So I'm going back home
It won't be too long
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way back home
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way back home yeah
I'm on my way home
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Writer(s): Leandro Meeks
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