Coming Home

Morning light upon my pillowcase… Well, hello, here comes the day.
Should I rise up from these sheets of lace? Let the sun upon my face...
Far too long I've slept in solitude with these walls as cold as ice. If I wake will it be worth it all to feel the sun upon my face? I'm coming home to where you are, to the arms that held me long.
I'm coming home. I've run too long. Unlock the door, turn the key, I've been waiting to see you so long. Come back to me.
Tell me everything is new again as I walk this dusty road. Run to greet me with the racing wind and the sun upon your face. I'm coming home to where you are, to the arms that held me long. I'm coming home. I've run too long. Unlock the door, turn the key, I've been waiting to see you so long. Come back to me. I may tiptoe to your windowsill just to find that nothing's changed. Hiding from the eyes that love me still with the sun upon my face. I'm coming home to where you are, to the arms that held me long. I'm coming home. I've run too long. Unlock the door, turn the key, I've been waiting to see you so long. Come back to me