(Brandon Kinney, Brian Dean Maher and Jeremy Stover)

Ridin' restless under a broken sky
Weary traveler, somethin' missin' inside
Always lookin' for a reason to turn around
Desperate for a little piece of mind
Just a little piece of what I left behind
Well, I found now, you're like comin' home.

You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes
You're a mid-summer's dream under a star-soaked sky
That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road
You're like comin' home.
You're like comin' home all right

Go ahead an' let your hair fall down
The wonderlust, it's gone now
I'm here in your arms, I'm safe from the world again
These are the days that can't be erased
Baby, there isn't a better place
You're like Heaven, you're like comin' home.

You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes
You're a mid-summer's dream under a star-soaked sky
That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road
You're like comin' home.

Oh, you're that innosence, that serenity,
That long, lost part of me.

You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes
You're a mid-summers dream under a star-soaked sky
That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.

You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes
You're a mid-summers dream under a star-soaked sky
That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road
You're like comin' home, yeah
You're like comin' home.

Baby, you're like comin' home.
You're like comin' home...