When you’ve done it again,
And it’s too much to bare.
When it all unravels,
And you cannot repair.
It’s the Spirit whispering,
‘Come back home’.
And the Spirit whispers,
‘Come back home.’
When you cry your tears,
When you’ve made your bed.
When you stray from the moment,
With no rest for your head.
It’s the Spirit calling,
‘Come back home’,
And the Spirit calls,
‘Come back home.’
When the heat is on,
When tomorrow brings fear,
No food on the table,
And the past is still here,
It’s the Spirit crying,
‘Come back home’.
And the Spirit cries,
‘Come back home.’
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