Coming Home

Verse 1
I’m prone to wander, I have a sense of feeling restless
A heart that can be reckless, I know
And I’m prone to hunger for a food that will not nourish
Leaves a person feeling worthless, I know
Chorus
Renegade on the run
Wayward daughters and prodigal sons
Call me a vagabond, call me whatever you want
But I’m coming home
Verse 2
I’m in a strange place, I never meant to get so caught up
I never thought I lost it this much, I know
It isn’t too late, if I start running now I’ll make it
With every step the chains are breaking, I know