Mark Erelli - Coming Home lyrics

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