Coming Home

When all is said and done.
And I’m looking back upon the race I’ve run.
When my heart gives in.
I know you will be beside me, precious friend.
It’s just the same from the beginning to the end,
When all is said and done.

If I lose my way, and I wonder down this open road for days.
And if the sun should fall, and the dancing we once did become a crawl.
Let the memories move like shadows on the wall.
If I lose my way.

When I’m coming home…and I walk across the bridge of death alone
I will fix my eyes, on the one who is waiting at the otherside.
My old friend with countless others, there beside.
When I’m coming home. When I’m coming home. When I’m coming home.
— Tyrone Wells

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