COMIN' HOME

    
SEEMS LIKE I CAN'T WAIT,
'TILL I CAN GET OUT ON THE ROAD.
THE OPEN HIGHWAY CALLS ME LIKE A FRIEND.
BUT FRIENDS CAN WEAR THEIR WELCOME,
'TILL THEIR STAY BECOMES A LOAD.
SO, NOW I'M HEADIN' BACK THIS WAY AGAIN.

I'M COMIN' HOME, COMIN' HOME.
THE SKY DON'T SEEM SO DARK,
AND I'M NOT, SO ALL ALONE.
COMIN' HOME, COMIN' HOME.
THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING,
WHEN I'M, COMIN' HOME.

THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER,
ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE HILL.
THE AIR IS ALWAYS CLEANER DOWN THE LINE.
THE TIMES ARE ALWAYS BETTER,
BUT SOMEHOW THEY NEVER FILL.
THE VACANCY THAT'S LEFT HERE IN MY MIND.

I'M COMIN' HOME, COMIN' HOME.
THE SKY DON'T SEEM SO DARK,
AND I'M NOT, SO ALL ALONE.
COMIN' HOME, COMIN' HOME.
THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING,
WHEN I'M COMIN' HOME.