I am going back home, I don't suppose you'll miss me when I've gone. I am tired and worn, I am sorry, I'm retreating on my own. I've been fighting for years, Waiting for the "all clear" on the phone. Don't we all need a break, When survival's at stake, we're alone. I am going back home, I hope you're still here, To meet me when I return. I am going home. I am going home, going home, Yes I am going back home, To speak the truth again, and common sense. To the woman who greets me, With eyes lit to treat me to a feast. To a child whose beauty Reminds me how much I'm still a beast. And those family friends, Fresh like a wind from the East, I hope they're still there to meet me when I come home. I am going home, yes, I am going home. I am going home, I am going back home. I am coming home, Yes, I am coming home There's nothing like the day you're welcomed home.