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Ridin' restless under broken sky,
Weary traveller, somethin' missin' inside,
Always lookin' for a reason to turn around.
Desperate for a little peace of mind.
Just a little piece of what I left behind
Well, I found it now: you're like coming home.
You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;
You're a midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.
That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.
You're like coming home;
You're like coming home,
You're like coming home.
Go ahead let your hair fall down.
This wonderlust: it's gone now.
I'm here in your arms; I'm safe from the world again.
These are the days that can't be erased:
Baby, there isn't a better place;
You're like heaven: you're like coming home yeah.
You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;
You're a midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.
That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.
You're like coming home;
You're that innocence, that serenity,
That long-lost part of me.
You're Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;
You're midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.
That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.
Yeah,
You're Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;
You're midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.
That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.
You're like coming home,
You're like coming home;
You're like coming home,
Oh, like coming home.