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.