Heading Back Home

Hands in his pockets

But there's nothing inside it

An old pair of worn shoes

With a hundred stories to tell

Fighting to find his way

Struggling to seek the light

And softly he hears a voice

Calling up inside his heart

Home

Shouts loud his name from far away

Where love is the air that he breathes

The water on streams

The sun in the spring

He's heading back home

If he just had a couple dimes

He could go buy candy floss

To make it sweeter and smoother

To make it up from the long time loss

He's getting close, with his bare hands

No sparkling little things, no souvenir

Love is all he's got

Speaking from inside his heart

His heart start running

He can see his little house

All those teary smiles

Make his heart remember that

Home

Shouts loud our name from far away

Where love is the air that we breathe

The water on streams

The sun in the spring

There's nothing like home