Coming Home 歌詞

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