Coming Home (feat. Adam Pascal)

My hair is frosty grey And lined with miles I've got some stories That will bring you smiles But some are hard luck And I've lived them, too But I always try To come back to you Across the plains And connecting flights Through blinding snow storms And sleepless nights Where I'm standing I want you to know It's a place in between Where I leave and I go On a turnpike That makes me miss you more This winter morning I'll be at your door I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home The paint has faded To a tired hue On a sturdy house That was never new I kept the front porch The way it was I made the spice cake We like just because I sent you postcards And they all were true The frosting spoon That I never gave you Where I'm standing I want you to know It's a place in between Where I leave and I go On a turnpike That makes me miss you more This winter morning I'll be at your door I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home The icy driveways And the buried cars Cannot extinguish Our most northern stars Deep in the heartland Where bright lights fade A quiet landscape That our memories made We chart a course In our winter gear We're almost there Point the way I'll steer Where I'm standing I want you to know It's a place in between Where I leave and I go On a turnpike That makes me miss you more This Christmas morning I'll be at your door I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home