Coming Home to You Songtext
von Dub Miller

I was thinking today of the miles that lay, between us
And I was thinking today of the distance in my heart
And I had to stop and wonder is it really just the space
That′s caused you and me to grow so far apart

And even though I hear your telephone ringing
I wonder if I'm reaching you at all
So I′m hanging up this phone
Gonna pack my bags and I'll get going
Babe I'm coming home, forgive me if I don′t call

Well those, white lines are burning recent troubles from my mind
And I can hear Hank Williams singing ′bout a love he left behind
And though I left to be a Ramblin'
Man, all I found was Love Sick Blues
So I′m writing you a new song, it's called Coming Home To You


When I left I told you that I loved you
And I said that I′d be gone, but not for long
But months they turned to years
And for my dreams, well I kept searching
Never knowing I had what I needed all along

Time will take its toll on any story
And the burning fires of passion turn to embers, sad and cold
But the time it takes to get to you, is measured in miles of highway
And miles can't measure the love within my soul

Well those, white lines are burning recent troubles from my mind
And I can hear Hank Williams singing ′bout a love he left behind
And though I left to be a Ramblin'
Man, all I found was Love Sick Blues
So I'm writing you a new song, it′s called Coming Home To You

Now those, white lines are burning recent troubles from my mind
And I can hear Hank Williams singing ′bout a love he left behind
And though I left to be a Ramblin'
Man, all I found was Love Sick Blues
So I′m writing you a new song, it's called Coming Home To You

Now I′m writing you a new song, it's called Coming Home To You