Coming Home

Sailing
 Far away from here
 In a magic boat
 On a silver sea
 Cresting
 Over gentle waves
 Til I see the land
 Nestled in my dreams
 Flying
 With the pillow clouds
 Under winking stars
 In a silent sky
 Gliding
 With my broken wing
 Toward a hidden strip
 Where it's safe to land
 Driving down a lonesome road in a thunderstorm
 Without a map in hand
 Turning on familiar street where a handsome house
 Waits with a knowing smile
 Running
 Through a golden field
 In the neighborhood
 Where the foxes play
 Hoping
 That the bed is warm
 And the girl I love
 Takes me in her arms
 I'm coming home
 I'm coming home
 I'm coming home