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 old 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 I've been gone

There’s a light always on

There’s nothing quite like coming home

There’s nothing quite like coming home