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Coming Home

 

Coming Home


Saw the ocean from a plane
New York City from a train
Fell asleep riding shotgun bound for New Mexico
You know I love the sand
But wherever I land
There's nothing quite like coming home

They have lobsters in Maine
Vegas has the buffets
Down in Georgia the peaches are sweet, I know
But sipping tea in my yard
Is the sweetest by far
There's nothing quite like coming home

Grandma's picture on the wall
Dad's piano in the hall
The clock on the mantle broke a long time ago
There's a feeling inside
No money can buy
There's nothing quite like coming home

The carpet's worn thin
From the places we'd spin
While old blue eyes serenaded on the old stereo
There's a world to explore
Far beyond my front door
But there's nothing quite like coming home

I don't know where I'm headed
But I know where I'm from
I could never forget it
It's the place I belong

My initials on a tree
You can find the spare key
Hanging there by the back patio
However long you've been gone
There's a light always on
There's nothing quite like coming home
There's nothing quite like coming home

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