Song About Home

(Home, home, home, home)

It was breakfast in the morning, coffee at noon
It's the way you kept me waiting, waiting on you
For the hundredth time on a date night Friday
And it's driving me crazy thinking about how
It's the little things I'm missing, missing them now
But "I'm coming home" seems so far away

And I'm wishing I was there singing you to sleep
I'd be holding you close, close to me
But I'm out here now, out here on the road
And I'm wishing you were here in a front row seat
Shouting every word back at me
But I'm up here, yeah I'm up here all alone
Singing a song about home (home)

City after city, mile after mile
Wonder what you're doing, doing right now
But all I've got are postcards and phone calls
And I can't wait to make up for lost time
I know it's hard but you know I'm trying
To get back to you, I've been away too long

And I'm wishing I was there singing you to sleep
I'd be holding you close, close to me
But I'm out here now, out here on the road
And I'm wishing you were here in a front row seat
Shouting every word back at me
But I'm up here, yeah I'm up here all alone
Singing a song about home

And I'm wishing I was there singing you to sleep
I'd be holding you close, close to me
But I'm out here now, out here on the road
And I'm wishing you were here in a front row seat
Shouting every word back at me
But I'm up here, yeah I'm up here all alone
Singing a song about home