Timothy James Bowen - Coming Home
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I've been to Kosciuszko and back again
Stopped in Juarez to see a friend
Only 1400 miles more to go

Made a drop in Omaha
The rig broke down crkansanas
That old cassettes broke, so it's me and the radio

One more stop and pedal down
I can't wait to hear the sound of your voice
The sweet sound of your voice

I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home

There's a CB warning the streets are wet
I chat with guys I ain't never met
Faceless friendly folks that I'll never know

But tomorrow morning when I wake up
cnd it's just you and me, two coffee cups
Doin' lazy mornings like we like to do

Well the butterflies are back again
It still happens every now and then when I know
I'm oh so close

To home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home

You're the kind of love who's comfortable
My right kind of, some kind of wonderful
The only kind I know I'll ever need

I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home

I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home