Heading Home

Beneath the lights in the airport hall Sitting, waiting alone for the call Feeling like I was home just yesterday But really can't recall how long it's been And all the stories that you take, the stories of your life Been living so fast now you watch it pass by While the glow of the moment is so much different on the road That harsh cool breeze you hate, you need it most Constantly confused I'll fly on home Headed out at Christmas now I'm sleeping alone And time always flies when its in short supply Let everyone know that I'm heading home And its hard living town to town Trying to find peace of mind Lost some along the way You might even find a piece of mine And paradise I'm coming ain't that far away But right now all these bright lights are faded grey And I know I'll be there soon cause I've heard about this path Living over doubts for the promise land Constantly confused I'll fly on home Headed out at Christmas now I'm sleeping alone And time always flies when its in short supply Let everyone know that I'm heading home And sometimes life plays a systematic game Where you won't be satisfied any other way And you can be hard babe, you can be tough High on the drugs attempting to get off And now I'm heading home where they call me a stranger The world forever bows to a Lone Ranger Singing, constantly confused I'll fly on home Headed out at Christmas now I'm sleeping alone And time always flies when its in short supply Let everyone know that I'm heading home