Going Home

Ive been feeling kind of restless

Ive been feeling out of place

I can hear a distant singing

A song that I cant write

And it echoes of what Im always trying to say

Theres a feeling I cant capture

Its always just a prayer away

I want to know the ending

Things hoped for but not seen

But I guess thats the point of hoping anyway

Of going home, Ill meet you at the table

Going home, Ill meet you in the air

And you are never too young to think about it

Oh, I cannot wait to be home

Im confined by my senses

To really know what you are like

You are more than I can fathom

And more than I can guess

And more than I can see with you in sight

But I have felt you with my spirit

I have felt you fill this room

And this is just an invitation

Just a sample of the whole

And I cannot wait to be going home

Going home, Ill meet you at the table

Going home, Ill meet you in the air

And you are never too young to think about it

Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home

Face to face, how can it be

Face to face, how can it be

Face to face, how can it be

Cuz this is just an invitation

Just a sample of the whole

And I cannot wait to be going home