You're Like Comin' Home

(Brandon Kinney, Brian Dean Maher and Jeremy Stover)



Ridin' restless under a broken sky

Weary traveler, somethin' missin' inside

Always lookin' for a reason to turn around

Desperate for a little piece of mind

Just a little piece of what I left behind

Well, I found now, you're like comin' home.



You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes

You're a mid-summer's dream under a star-soaked sky

That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road

You're like comin' home.

You're like comin' home all right



Go ahead an' let your hair fall down

The wonderlust, it's gone now

I'm here in your arms, I'm safe from the world again

These are the days that can't be erased

Baby, there isn't a better place

You're like Heaven, you're like comin' home.



You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes

You're a mid-summer's dream under a star-soaked sky

That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road

You're like comin' home.



Oh, you're that innosence, that serenity,

That long, lost part of me.



You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes

You're a mid-summers dream under a star-soaked sky

That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.



You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes

You're a mid-summers dream under a star-soaked sky

That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road

You're like comin' home, yeah

You're like comin' home.



Baby, you're like comin' home.

You're like comin' home...