It's funny how, the walk of life,
Can take you down without a fight.
So many years, can lay behind,
Regretfully until it's time,
To realize the moment,
When you turn around.
I'm coming home to breathe again,
To start again,
I'm coming home,
From all the places I have been,
With nothing but a voice within,
That calls me, calls me home.
Back in the day when I was younger,
I was so lost and proud.
I've gained the world but it will never,
Compare to what I've earned.
In the quiet moment,
When the earth holds still.
I'm coming home to breathe again,
To start again,
I'm coming home,
From all the places I have been,
With nothing but a voice within,
That calls me, calls me home,
Calls me home.
I'm coming home to breathe again,
To start again,
I'm coming home to breathe again,
To start again,
I'm coming home,
From all the places I have been,
With nothing but a voice within,
That calls me...
