[Verse 1] I left with a paper map And a full tank dream Two spare shirts And your old ring Sunburn on the dashboard Dust on my boots The road kept asking What I’d do without you I counted fence posts And county lines The diner cup The quarter moon sky Every mile I stole From the open flame Kept pulling me Back to your name [Pre-Chorus] Then I saw the grain silos Like a row of bones Saw the river bend And the gravel road My hands shook hard On the wheel that day When that old front porch Came into view again [Chorus] I’m coming back home (I’m coming back home) I’m coming back home To the bread and the smoke I’m coming back home (I’m coming back home) I’m coming back home Where the willow bends low [Verse 2] Mama’s white cup Still got that chip And the screen door sings On its rusty hinge Your dog ran first To the welcome mat Like he never learned How to forget the past The porch light flickered Then it held me still With the same old ache And the same old chill You stood there smiling With your hands on your heart Said, “Boy, you took the long way” But you came to the start [Pre-Chorus] Then the whole block woke up With a neighbor wave Cornbread cooling On the windowpane I heard my own laugh Like it used to be And the hardest road Went soft underneath me [Chorus] I’m coming back home (I’m coming back home) I’m coming back home To the bread and the smoke I’m coming back home (I’m coming back home) I’m coming back home Where the willow bends low [Bridge] There was a year like winter A map torn thin A hundred nights I couldn’t sleep in But the same front steps Held my weight again Like they knew my name Before I said it So leave a chair out Leave the lamp on high Let the old house breathe Let the dogs come by I was gone too long Now I see it clear Home ain’t a place you lose It’s a road that reappears [Final Chorus] I’m coming back home (I’m coming back home) I’m coming back home To the bread and the smoke I’m coming back home (I’m coming back home) I’m coming back home And I’m not alone I’m coming back home (I’m coming back home) I’m coming back home Where the willow bends low