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 comin' home