Coming Home

[Verse 1]
Saw the ocean from a plane
New York City from a train
Fell asleep riding shotgun bound for New Mexico
You know I love the sand
But wherever I land
There's nothing quite like coming home

[Verse 2]
They have lobsters in Maine
Vegas has the buffets
Down in Georgia, the peaches are sweet, I know
But sipping tea in my yard
Is the sweetest by far
There's nothing quite like coming home

[Verse 3]
Grandma's picture on the wall
Dad's piano in the hall
The clock on the mantle broke a long time ago
There's a feeling inside
No money can buy
There's nothing quite like coming home

[Verse 4]
The old carpet's worn thin
From the places we'd spin
While old blue eyes serenaded on the old stereo
There's a world to explore
Far beyond my front door
But there's nothing quite like coming home

[Bridge]
I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm from
I could never forget it, it's the place I belong

[Interlude]

[Verse 5]
My initials on a tree
You can find the spare key
Hanging there by the back patio
However long I've been gone
There's a light always on
There's nothing quite like coming home
There's nothing quite like coming home