Coming Home (For Christmas)

Yeah the weather outside is perfect

But only on the surface

These hills are getting old

I'm coming home, coming home

Are you watching Willis on the TV?

Are you stringing up the tree?

Calling your papa on the phone?

I'm coming home

I am driving north

Through San Diego

Past the fields of lemon trees

Yeah, I wrote you a post card, but I didn't stamp it

Says I'm never gonna leave

I can't do this on my own

I'm coming home, coming home

Yeah the world is filled with places

Empty coarse and graceless

But you know I could make them glow

Like the technicolour lights in your open window

I came down here to find something

But now I know that I can't find it, alone

I'm coming home

Yeah, I'm driving north, across the border

Just in time for Christmas Eve

Yeah, I wonder if you know I've been falling

Like the flakes over your street

I can't do this on my own

I'm coming home, coming home

So I'm driving north

Through Sacramento

Past the Penitentiary

Freedom waking up

In strangers houses

And I'd rather not be

I will find my way back home

I'm coming home, coming home