Coming Home

I can't say I remember his face The greeting was brief as we pushed through the gate So I'm leaving it all up to fate And faith in this pilot and faith in his plane Faith that they'll bring me safely again With rows of us drifting to sleep The hum of the engines, our minds well at ease In the cabin's dim light as we glide o'er the sea Coming home, I'm coming home You won't believe the stories that I've got for you And the presents that I'll leave under the tree For two long years, there's always been the thought of you And the hope that I'd be back this Christmas Eve Coming home, I'm coming home This morning I was running through Sao Paulo streets The wheels broke off my overloaded case There were times I wondered how I'd ever cope But now I know I'll dearly miss that place I left with ten white shirts all new and crisp and folded tight All that's left is on my back to make it through the night One stop in Chicago in the freezing Midwest rain Then will come the best hugs that I've had or will again We can't stop the falling of the silent winter snow And we can't be quite sure of where we've been or where we go But we can do our part and we can hope and we can pray That every thing we've been working on is going to go our way Coming home, we're coming home