I’M COMING BACK HOME (A song by Blake Grantham)
No point in trying
I just couldn’t wait
I felt no need to communicate
I’m the child in the middle
I felt the neglect
Not getting noticed
has an awful affect
So I reached for a suitcase
and let out a sigh
Left them without
even telling them why
Thanksgiving came quickly
and I felt alone;
finally decided to use the phone
Chorus
I told my mother I miss her
and also my sister
She’ll cry when I kiss her
I’m coming back home
I said I can’t hide the sorrow
with smiles that I borrowed
I’ll see you tomorrow
I’m coming back home
I think I’ll give life
a second look
My departure is all it took
Chorus
I told my mother I miss her
and also my sister
She’ll cry when I kiss her
I’m coming back home
I said I can’t hide the sorrow
with smiles that I borrowed
I’ll see you tomorrow
I’m coming back home