Coming From Everywhere, Home
Coming from Everywhere, Home

Every year leads to another, throwing shadows on the past.
And each misremembered moment becomes a habit built to last.
We’re certain of the things we say and what we think we know,
‘cause it’s easier than recognizing all the debts we owe.

We’re coming from everywhere, home,
filling up planes and trains and cars,
through rain and snowstorms, sun and stars.
In numbers or on our own,
in search of a whole more than its parts,
we all are coming home,
even if only in the dreams of our restless hearts.

We’re anxious and we’re happy, we’re hopeful and we’re lost.
We’re those who never win and those who win at any cost.
Still we’re gathering together, we’re calling shore to shore
Hoping understanding comes, more quickly than before.

We’re coming from everywhere, home,
filling up planes and trains and cars,
through rain and snowstorms, sun and stars.
In numbers or on our own,
in search of a whole more than its parts,
we all are coming home,
even if only in the dreams of our restless hearts.

Whether in the care of family or the comfort of old friends,
we’re coming home to the places where our true selves begin.

Instrumental

We’re coming from everywhere, home,
traveling ways we’ve known so long
to where we came from, where we belong.

Coming from everywhere, home,
filling up planes and trains and cars,
through hills and forests, close and far.
In numbers or on our own
in search of a whole more than its parts
we all are coming home,
even if only in the dreams of our restless hearts.

We all are coming home,
even if only in the dreams of our restless hearts.