Comming Home
in the fall leaves turn brow
nature sngs it song takes its cours
now i know il be aveling o
winters comming theeairis gettng col
birds are flying down teh highway in the sk
this place is chaningso am
ive got to leave itall behin
then someday ill beback to to claim whats min
and ont wory
someday ill be comming hom
yes and dnt worry n
someay ill be comming hom
i dont knwo where i want to go but theres
one thing i know ive got o be on my ow
s watch meas i gorambling down the roa
singing songs of tales untol
mystery men and the day of ol
im going where my dreams can
where life is not reality where visons clad in colos tru
can ake me wher eim going to anddont worr
someday ill be cmmng hom
yes and dontworry no
someday ill be comming hom
i dont now what im looking fo
im ooking for an open doo
to take me wher ei can live my lif
the waywantto
ill do things my wa
right or wron
play and sing all day lon
have my and tret it wel
and be kind to my fellow ma
you may say this aint righ
thats how ill go about my life
ill be light as a feather floating here and ther
i dont know
someday ill be comming home
yes and dont worry no
someday ill be comming ho
im comming ho
im comming hom
dont worry now
