Time for the singer
Time for the singer-boy to make his way back home.
A prodigal, I've been distressed,
This lonely child can't make it on his own.
I've been traveling states away;
I've been playing in a bluegrass band.
Now it's the coming home
Of the son and brother again.

Time has slipped away,
I don't know if I can play another tune.
They want me to build single-handed
A road up to the moon.
They only pay me nickles and dimes
In a game that I can never win.
So it's the coming home
Of the son and brother again.

It's been a long, long time
Since I've seen al of my family and friends.
I want to hear them tell their stories
Tell 'em all about the places I have been.
So open all your doors up wide,
Invite all the neighbors in
For the coming home
Of the son and brother again.

So open all your doors up wide,
Invite all the neighbors in
For the coming home
Of the son and brother again.

The coming home
Of the son and brother again.


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    General CommentHe's coming home. Let him in. He wants to hear about everyone's adventures and tell them about his.

    I know how he feels...I'm coming home.
    Surfpicoon December 13, 2004   Link

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