Coming Home (feat. Akira Satake)

At the end of twilight Beginning of nightfall Waning sun falling from the golden summer sky Baseballs are sailing To gloves are waiting Like shooting stars through the darkening night An evening train whispers by Shadows walking in the street I wander through the alley home Mamas waiting steaming bowls It's miles away from here And it's years since I been there But in my mind I'm always coming home Cicadas are singing As darkness is bringing All of the children home for the day Bellies are rumbling Every kitchen they're stumbling And hurrying home for the very first taste A bicycle passes by Squeaking wheel every time it turns I hear the wind chimes on the breeze Rustling the leaves on the trees It's miles away from here And it's years since I been there But in my mind I'm always coming home If I wander, if I go I'm always coming home