Coming Home To You

There’s His fingers raking the ocean.
There’s His ship out on the sea.
There’s His clouds. The little one lingers.
There’s His new day I’m falling asleep.

When I wake up I’ll dreaming.
I’ll be swimming right through the air.
I’m aboard that ship a steaming.
I thank the Lord for taking me there.

Now I’m coming home to you.
Now I’m coming home to you.
I can’t believe it’s true.

On the water I see oil.
I see trouble cruising along.
On the island, I see the people
but I want to hear the actual song.

So I sit down in one spot
all night long.
There it comes around the corner.
There it goes and it’s gone.

Now I’m coming home to you.
Now I’m coming home to you.
I can’t believe it’s true…
I’ve got something to show you in my eyes.
Been taking all in. I hope you’re surprised
by what you see in me.

He curls His fingers back to heaven.
Morning’s broken or so it appears.
99 bottles on the wall, take one down
and the rest disappear.

I learned a card trick, it is magic.
I heard one that will bring you to tears.
Oh my God, so much happened.
I’ll be telling these stories for the rest of my years.

Now I’m coming home to you.
Now I’m coming home to you.
I can’t believe it’s true…
I’ve got something to show you in my eyes.
Been taking all in. I hope you’re surprised
by what you see in me.