Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Going Home



I’ve been feeling kind of restless
I’ve been feeling out of place
I can hear a distant singing
A song that I can’t write
And it echoes of what I’m always trying to say

There’s a feeling I can’t capture

It’s always just a prayer away
I want to know the ending
Things hoped for but not seen

But I guess that’s the point of hoping anyway


Of going home, I’ll meet you at the table

Going home, I’ll meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be home


I’m confined by my senses

To really know what you are like

You are more than I can fathom

And more than I can guess
And more than I can see with you in sight

But I have felt you with my spirit

I have felt you fill this room

And this is just an invitation

Just a sample of the whole

And I cannot wait to be going home


Going home, I’ll meet you at the table
Going home, I’ll meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home

Face to face, how can it be

Face to face, how can it be

Face to face, how can it be

'Cuz this is just an invitation
Just a sample of the whole

And I cannot wait to be going home

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