MICHAEL R. J. ROTH

Lyrics

Coming Home to Me
©19983 Michael R. J. Roth

Bird sits on an evergreen,
Waiting for July.
Clouds sit on a mountaintop
In a clear blue sky.
Children play the way they do.
I'm at home,
But where are you?

Chorus:
You, only you,
coming home to me.

I'm gonna run out of cigarettes
Before you return.
Another day without you,
Another page to burn.
But if I turn to the love in me,
When I look, what do I see?

Chorus 2:
I see you, only you,
coming home to me.

Bridge:
I'll wait for the sun to set.
I'll wait for the frost.
I'll sit through the winter
and wait till the wind gets lost.
And if I wait till the end of time,
if it ends, then I don't mind,

Chorus 3:
Because it's you, only you,
coming home to me.