I can hear the train a-coming
While I'm tied here to the track
I'm a worn out organ grinder
With a monkey on my back
Yeah, I'm shaking on the high wire
With no net beneath my feet
It's enough to make you mental
Close the shudders and retreat
We all got our share of troubles
That never disappear
We get dressed up in our worries
And masquerade our fears
But one day, we'll shed these garments
Like a serpent sheds it skin
Out feet will leave this planet
Never to return again
When we're home, we're gonna sing and shout
When we're home, break those dancing shoes out
When we're home, walk down the streets of gold
Ain't gonna cry no more when we're home
You can pack up all your worries
You can bottle up your tears
Stuff your sorrows in a suitcase
But you'll have to leave them here
'Cause there's a day a-coming
When we'll look up to the sky
We'll hear that trumpet blow
And we'll kiss this world goodbye
When we're home, we're gonna sing and shout
When we're home, break those dancing shoes out
When we're home, walk down the streets of gold
Ain't gonna cry no more when we're home
Fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
We're going on a chariot ride
We've got reservations from every nation
Crossing over Jordan to the other side
When we're home, we're gonna sing and shout
When we're home, break those dancing shoes out
When we're home, walk down the streets of gold
Ain't gonna cry no more when we're home
When we're home, we're gonna sing and shout
When we're home, break your dancing shoes out
When we're home, walk down the streets of gold
Ain't gonna cry no more when we're home
(When we're home)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...)
(Ain't gonna cry no more)
When We’re Home was written by Gayla Borders & Jeff Borders.
When We’re Home was produced by Wayne Kirkpatrick.