Coming Home to you…

There is always one song that really resonates with me when I am traveling — mostly about traveling and home.  Previous hits have been Micheal Buble’s “Home” and the Indigo Girls’s “Leaving.”  This trip’s song is Patty Griffin’s “Coming Home to You.”

Here are the lyrics:

Anytime you say it with heart
Anytime you’re falling apart
When you’re washing the sheets
Any stranger you meet
When there’s somebody waving goodbye

You’re coming home to me, just remember
You’re coming home to me

It’s a world full of bar rooms and alleys
Of blue nights and red river valleys
When you feel like a shirt and a tie
Or like dirt
Or a lion and no one can see

You’re coming home to me, just remember
You’re coming home to me

When you get to that place
That’s just under the stars
Hanging over the tree
At a quarter to three
When you get there you’ll know
That’s as far as you go
When you get there you’ll see
You were already free
When you get there you’ll la la la la la la

When you’re lost and you’re found
And you’re found and you’re lost
When you’re dancing with no one around

You’re coming home to me, just remember
You’re coming home to me

And for the other two songs…

“Leaving” by Indigo Girls

Jet fuel and traffic lines
Pulling up to the delta signs
Distant shape of my hometown
Black stain where the wheels touch down

I pick up the morning news
I pass the man who’s never shined my shoes
Through security and to the train
That will take me to the airplane

Count the miles on the highway
(Count the miles on the highway)
The sum of all my days
(The sum of all my days)
There’s a postcard there’s a call
(There’s a call)
And there’s a picture for your bedroom wall
(Bedroom wall)

But do you ever wonder through and through
Who’s that person standing next to you
(Who’s that person standing next to you)
And after all the nights apart
Is there a home for a travelling heart

But if I weren’t leaving you
(If I weren’t leaving, if I weren’t leaving you)
I don’t know what I would do
(I would do)
But the more I go the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
Honey all I know to do is go

A cup of coffee and my bags are packed
(Coffee and my bags are packed)
The same vow not to look back
(Same vow not to look back)
(If I weren’t leaving)
Familiar emptiness inside
(Familiar emptiness inside)
As the distances grow wide
(If I weren’t leaving)

And though I vow to memorize
(I vow to memorize)
The last look in your loving eyes
(The last look in your loving eyes)
It’s here dusk and there dawn
Oh it’s like a curtain getting slowly drawn

But if I weren’t leaving you
(If I weren’t leaving, if I weren’t leaving you)
I don’t know what I would do
(I would do)
But the more I go the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
Honey all I know to do is go

But if I weren’t leaving you
(If I weren’t leaving, if I weren’t leaving you)
I don’t know what I would do
(I would do)
(Leaving you)
But the more I go it seems the less I know
(But the more I go the less I know)
Will the fire still burn on my return
(Will the fire still burn on my return)
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
(Keep the path lit on the only road I know)

And, finally, “Home” by Buble

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
‘Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

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2 Responses to Coming Home to you…

  1. Dad says:

    and, though not quite as fitting, Homward Bound, by Simon and Garfunkel

  2. Mama says:

    Such sad words!

    Soon you will be back with us and your whole being will know the fullness of the love we all feel for you. We will swoop in and surround you, smoother you with all of our welcome homes and excited chattering, touches and kisses, let you up for a bit of air, and then start the process all over again. Then home we will take you, where Jersey will greet you in an even more enthused manner.

    Count on it!

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