Coming Home - The Rifles

Check on your love

Check on your heart

Make it tick

And make it start

Nothing’s gonna change

While we’re still in this town

And you can check on the time

All you want

It’s still killing

And it’s still giving

And it’s still turning

The weels and the tide

It just makes me so happy

I’m coming home

Throw me in the oven

With the black, black coal

Ground me like pepper

Until I fill your hole

Gotta tell you right now

About my fear

I don’t need you to dance

I don’t need you to sing

I don’t need you tell me what has been

I don’t even need the answer from the wise

It just makes me so happy

I’m coming home

We gotta keep moving on

I’ll be crying like a baby

Before you’re done

Scratching at the door

For the freedom run