Been searching high and low
So many answers I don't know
I wonder who I'm gonna be when it's time to go
Does it matter?
Traded my coat for a cheap guitar
To play a show in a shy bar
Ended up in a hospital with no one at all
I'm coming home
Went past the Taj Mahal
It's so fing beautiful
But I miss my family there's nothing else to see
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I wanna be in your, loving arms
I wanna be in your, loving arms
I wanna be in your, loving arms
I wanna be in your, loving arms
I'm coming home
(I miss my family)
I'm coming home
(There's nothing else to see)
I'm coming home
(I've been searching high and low)
I'm coming home
(Now I'm coming home)
Writer(s): James Elliot Bourne, Matthew James Sargeant, Charles Robert Simpson
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