Coming Home

Morning light upon my pillowcase… Well, hello, here comes 
the day.
Should I rise up from these sheets of lace? Let the sun 
upon my face...
Far too long I've slept in solitude with these walls as 
cold as ice. If I wake will it be worth it all to feel the 
sun upon my face? I'm coming home to where you are, to the 
arms that held me long.
I'm coming home. I've run too long. Unlock the door, turn 
the key, I've been waiting to see you so long. Come back to
 me.
Tell me everything is new again as I walk this dusty road. 
Run to greet me with the racing wind and the sun upon your 
face. I'm coming home to where you are, to the arms that 
held me long. I'm coming home. I've run too long. Unlock 
the door, turn the key, I've been waiting to see you so 
long. Come back to me. I may tiptoe to your windowsill just
 to find that nothing's changed. Hiding from the eyes that 
love me still with the sun upon my face. I'm coming home to
 where you are, to the arms that held me long. I'm coming 
home. I've run too long. Unlock the door, turn the key, 
I've been waiting to see you so long. Come back to me