Homecoming

Morning, Sweetheart—how was the drive?
I'm happy to see You've arrived
I'm all in a daze from Your natural rays

I've got four words: will You be mine?
Can't look You in the eye, but that's fine all the same;
I'm honored You remember my name

And I know that You'll speak if my hope is to hear it;
You'll whisper something sweet to put a song on my spirit
These are the days I feel at home
Soon are the days I'll be at home

So tell me, Honey—how is Your life?
You're sure making mine pretty nice
Pass me the pen; let's skip straight to the end

Your three words won me over tonight
I'm sorry that I haven't got it right
But nevertheless, I'll keep doing my best

Because I know that You'll cry by my side when I'm hopeless;
You'll paint a pretty sky to light a smile when I notice
These are the days I feel at home
Soon are the days I'll be at home

These are the days I feel at home
Gone are the days I walk alone