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