You're Like Comin' Home

Ridin' restless under broken sky,

Weary traveller,

somethin' missin' inside,

Always lookin' for a reason

to turn around.

Desperate for a little peace of mind.

Just a little piece of

what I left behind:

Well, I found it now:

you're like coming home.

You're like a Sunday mornin',

pleasin' my eyes;

You're a midsummer's dream

under a star-soaked sky.

That peaceful easy feelin'

at the end of a long, long road.

You're like coming home;

You're like coming home, all right.

Go head an' let your hair fall down.

This wanderlust: it's gone now.

I'm here in your arms;

I'm safe from the road again.

These are the days

that can't be erased:

Baby, there isn't a better place;

You're like heaven:

you're like coming home.

You're like a Sunday mornin',

pleasin' my eyes;

You're a midsummer's dream

under a star-soaked sky.

That peaceful easy feelin'

at the end of a long, long road.

You're like coming home;

You're that innocence,

that serenity,

That long-lost part of me.

You're like a Sunday mornin',

pleasin' my eyes;

A midsummer's dream

under a star-soaked sky.

That peaceful easy feelin'

at the end of a long, long road.

You're like a Sunday mornin',

pleasin' my eyes;

You're a midsummer's dream

under a star-soaked sky.

That peaceful easy feelin'

at the end of a long, long road.

You're like coming home, yeah.

You're like coming home;

Baby, like coming home;

You're like coming home.

Go head an' let your hair fall down.

You're like coming home;

Baby, like coming home;

You're like coming home.