Comin’ Home

I’ve been thinking about how I came to get here.
There was you who told me to give it all I got and you who said to never, ever stop.
And you who dropped a note with directions from Pan to Never, ever, Land, and you who taught me how to really, really love to play…
And play I shall down to the very bone and when the bone bleeds, I’ll play some more.
Well, Mama, break out the bottle cause’ baby, I’m coming home.
If I had a little bag of magic I would spell this cast on you:
you’d come crashing, crashing down into my arms and would never ever be too far.
My love would render you helpless to me, but my love would set you free.
And love I shall down to the very bone and when the bone bleeds, I’ll love some more.
Well, Mama, break out the bottle, cause baby, I’m coming home.
And play I shall down to the very bone and when the bone bleeds, I’ll play some more.
Well, Mama, break out the bottle cause’ baby, I’m coming home.