paroles de chanson Coming Home (feat. Adam Pascal) - Morris & Rivers

My hair is frosty grey
And lined with miles
I've got some stories
That will bring you smiles
But some are hard luck
And I've lived them, too
But I always try
To come back to you
Across the plains
And connecting flights
Through blinding snow storms
And sleepless nights

Where I'm standing
I want you to know
It's a place in between
Where I leave and I go
On a turnpike
That makes me miss you more
This winter morning
I'll be at your door
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

The paint has faded
To a tired hue
On a sturdy house
That was never new
I kept the front porch
The way it was
I made the spice cake
We like just because
I sent you postcards
And they all were true
The frosting spoon
That I never gave you

Where I'm standing
I want you to know
It's a place in between
Where I leave and I go
On a turnpike
That makes me miss you more
This winter morning
I'll be at your door
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

The icy driveways
And the buried cars
Cannot extinguish
Our most northern stars
Deep in the heartland
Where bright lights fade
A quiet landscape
That our memories made
We chart a course
In our winter gear
We're almost there
Point the way
I'll steer

Where I'm standing
I want you to know
It's a place in between
Where I leave and I go
On a turnpike
That makes me miss you more
This Christmas morning
I'll be at your door
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home