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 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 He's heading back home His heart starts running He can see his little house And 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