Coming Home (Pt.2) - James

I missed your seventh birthday

Last kiss, five thousand miles away

Face time on father’s day

Father’s day, five thousand miles away

Forever touring

Never land

Live like a rolling stone

Rolling stone, my life’s not in my hands

I hope you understand

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

I wanna hold your hand across this dark

My life is always leaving

Packed up, my bags are full of bones

Don’t know when I’ll arrive

I’m waiting, I’m waiting to take five

My life is calling

My feet are falling

Somewhere away from here

Away from here

Waiting to arrive

Waiting to arrive

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

I wanna hold your hand across this dark

Missed you when you’re small

Missed you when you’re cold

Placing you on hold

Just for a while

How’d you get so tall?

You were born to soar

Love when I’m gone

Love to endure

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

I wanna hold your hand across this dark

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

I wanna hold your hand across this dark

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

I’ll be coming home, I’ll be coming home

Across this universe of time and space

You shook my heart’s tectonic plates