Coming Home

I got the road in my blood
And my blood on the road
I leave a piece of myself, now,
Wherever I go
There's a roomful of people
That hold on to my soul
And keep me coming home

I see the smiles of my children
That light up my dreams
For the first time, the future
Looks real to me
It's getting hard to remember
What I saw and believed
Before my coming home

Bridge
When the first stage of this rocket
Burned out and dropped away
I couldn't fly any higher
Out of the circle of flame,
Someone whispered my name

I woke up unconscious
The dead can't change
I never dreamed what could grow
From the pile of my rage
I guess I just got tired
Of being clever in pain
And started heading home

There's a roomful of people
That hold on to my soul...