Coming Home

Even when the river stops
Even when it all looks different
Even if I grow up
Even if something's missing
Something's missing
I'm still coming home
I'm still coming home
To breathe the air that tastes so sweet
Knows all my strength
Knows all my weakness
Reminding me that I was a child
Reminding me I'm coming home
I am coming home
I wanna lay on these old streets
I wanna stay here for a while
I wanna go to where we used to
I wanna do the things that we used to do
'Cause I'm coming home
'Cause you are my home
Yeah yeah
My sweet sweet home
My brothers in the back yard
My mamas standing guard
My fathers on the boulevard
With my sister in his arms
And now she's older, a little bolder
She's still resting on his shoulders
So that she doesn't miss a thing
Way above the crowd she sits and sings
That I'm coming home
He is coming home
I wanna lay on these old streets
I wanna stay here for a while
I wanna go to where we used to
I wanna do the things that we used to do
'Cause I'm coming home
'Cause you are my home
Yeah yeah
My sweet sweet home
I'm on my own
I have these aching bones
It's something nice to know
I wanna lay on these old streets
I wanna stay here for a while
I wanna go to where we used to
I wanna do the things that we used to do
'Cause I'm coming home
'Cause you are my home
Yeah yeah
My sweet sweet home