Going Back Home

I took a ride on a silver bird
All alone, all alone
Surrounded by people I never knew
All alone, all going home
Now i’m going back home

I slept for hours between your wings
As it droned, humming so low
Dreaming of nights that I’d spend in your arms
As it droned, humming so low

Now I’m going back home
Now I’m going back home

Head for New Orleans
Guitar on my back but no bags to check
Carrying all that I’ve held through the years
Just to let it all go for you

Yours were the eyes that were looking for me
In my mind, calm as the sea
Counting the hours as they drifted away
with the miles, calm as the sea

Now i’m going back home
Now i’m going back home

Head for New Orleans
Guitar on my back but no bags to check
Carrying all that I’ve held through the years
Just to let it all go for you

Gone are the days that I left behind
Long ago, looking for more
Searching for worlds
That I’d never find
long ago, washing ashore

Now I’m going back home
Now I’m going back home

Head for New Orleans
Guitar on my back but no bags to check
Carrying all that I’ve held through the years
Just to let it all go for you
Carry it all