Coming home

Some say I'm a bit of a fool.
Sitting on a hill and counting rain drops.
I see the old house where we lived,
the whisperes in the breeze,
"my love is back".

Down the knoll,
ready after all.
I'll see you,
I'll see you soon.

Cause I can't wait,
for tomorrow.
To finally go home again,
just a bit of a little strain.
Cause I can't wait,
tomorrow,
tomorrow we will meet again.

Some say I'm a bit of a fool.
Why am I leaving every time?
Well, somethimes been out is good,
and sometimes you could,
but I rather home.

Straight to the plane,
to come back again.
I'll see you,
yet, you have to wait.

Cause I can't wait,
for tomorrow.
To finally go home again,
just a bit of a little strain.
Cause I can't wait,
tomorrow,
tomorrow we will meet again.

Cause I can't wait,
for tomorrow.
To finally go home again,
just a bit of a little strain.
Cause I can't wait,
tomorrow,
tomorrow we will meet again.