Coming Home

Sons Of The East

Compositor: Timothy Burgess / Robert James Collins / Jon Brookes / Martin Blunt / Mark Collins

I am careless and I'm lost
'Cause she's left me with eyes far too glossed
I have stumbled, crawled far ahead
'Cause in my mind, don't want her to need her instead

When I see her, my heart feels like a sinking stone
Oh, I know I need her
I'm not sure if she's coming home
All along, I'm not sure if she's coming home
All along, I'm not sure if she's coming home
I'm not sure if she's coming home

Now, in the dark, I wait
For the moment to slip and slide away
I feel bad, bad to my bones
Left it waiting like a fool that's too far gone

When I see her, my heart feels like a sinking stone
And, I know I need her
I'm not sure if she's coming home
All along, I'm not sure if she's coming home
All along, it feels like a sinking stone
I'm not sure if she's coming home
I'm not sure if she's coming home