Coming Home (Pt. 2)

I missed your seventh birthday
Last kiss, five thousand miles away
Face time on father’s day
Father’s day, five thousand miles away
Forever touring
Never land
Live like a rolling stone
Rolling stone, my life’s not in my hands
I hope you understand
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna hold your hand across this dark
My life is always leaving
Packed up, my bags are full of bones
Don’t know when I’ll arrive
I’m waiting, I’m waiting to take five
My life is calling
My feet are falling
Somewhere away from here
Away from here
Waiting to arrive
Waiting to arrive
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna hold your hand across this dark
Missed you when you’re small
Missed you when you’re cold
Placing you on hold
Just for a while
How’d you get so tall?
You were born to soar
Love when I’m gone
Love to endure
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna hold your hand across this dark
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna hold your hand across this dark
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home
Across this universe of time and space
You shook my heart’s tectonic plates