Coming Home

My dad's not famous, but he is to me
'cause he says we're all special, all different, you see.
And that's not words from some old book laying lonely on a shelf,
that's a man who knows himself, he tells it like it is.

I don't write and I don't call - it doesn't bother you at all,
so I'm coming home, yes, I'm coming home.
Please forgive what I don't say - you know I love you anyway,
so I'm coming home, yes, I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
Yeah, I'm coming home.

'Cause I get tired of thinking 'bout things;
I wasn't built for too much philosophising.
And I feel lost sometimes, so small, I feel I'm hardly here at all.
But that's a man who knows himself, he tells it like it is.

I don't write and I don't call - it doesn't bother you at all,
so I'm coming home, yes, I'm coming home.
Please forgive what I don't say - you know I love you anyway,
so I'm coming home, yes, I'm coming home.

I'm all grown-up now, but I'm still your kid,
And I will make you proud one day, but I know you'll love me anyway,
so I'm coming home, yes, I'm coming home,
I'm coming home.
Yeah, I'm coming home.
Oh, I'm coming home to you.

I don't write and I don't call - it doesn't bother you at all,
so I'm coming home, yes, I'm coming home.
Please forgive what I don't say - you know I love you anyway,
so I'm coming home, yes, I'm coming home.

I'm all grown-up now, but I'm still your kid,
And I will make you proud one day, but I know you'll love me anyway,
so I'm coming home, yes, I'm coming home,
I'm coming home.
Yeah, I'm coming home.
Oh, I'm coming home to you.