copyright 2002
a small chicken music

COMIN' HOME
(MARK)
 

THE PRAIRIE ROLLS BEHIND ME AND I DAYDREAM AS I DRIVE,
STEERING WITH MY LEFT, HAND HOLDING COFFEE WITH MY RIGHT.
THE RADIO IS DOWN, THERE'S NOTHING NEW TO OFFER ME.
I'VE HAD IT ON FOR HOURS AND IT'S STARTING TO REPEAT.

I'M COMIN' HOME

AND THE MORNING'S COME AND THE MORNING'S GONE,
AND I'VE GONE AWAY, BUT IT WON'T BE LONG,
'TIL THE BATTLE'S DONE AND THE WAR IS WON,
AND I SEE YOUR FACE AND I SING MY SONG.
AND THE TIME AND TALE WILL TAKE THEIR TOLL,
BUT THE SALT AND SWEAT IT SOOTHES MY SOUL.
IT'S A LONG HARD WAY BUT I'M NOT ALONE,
THE WIND IS AT MY BACK AND I'M ON MY WAY I'M

COMIN' HOME

I'VE EATEN LOTS OF JUNK FOOD, I'VE GOT MUSTARD ON MY JEANS,
SEEN A LOT OF INTERSTATE, AND READ MY MAGAZINES,
THE CLASSIFIEDS FROM YESTERDAY ARE LYING AT MY FEET.
A HUNDRED FIFTY MILES TO GO, I'M RESTLESS IN MY SEAT.

I'M COMIN' HOME

(REPEAT CHORUS)

DEAD DOG TIRED,
COFFEE WIRED
GIVING IT MY BEST SHOT,
PASSING UP THE REST STOP
EYES ARE BURNING
ENGINE CHURNING
RUNNIN' AT A QUART LOW
SIXTY-FIVE IS TOO SLOW
DAY IS DAWNING
SHAKE MY HEAD YAWNING
CRACK MY WINDOW
GET SOME FRESH AIR FLOW
STARING AT THE ROAD SIGN
HOPING IT'LL BE MINE
50, 40, 30, 20, 10...

I'M COMIN' HOME!