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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, all right.

Go head an' let your hair fall down.

This wanderlust: it's gone now.

I'm here in your arms; I'm safe from the road 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.

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 like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;

A midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.

That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.

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, yeah.

You're like coming home;

Baby, like coming home;

You're like coming home.