Brian McFadden - When You Coming Home

When you coming home, coming home
When you coming home, coming home
When you coming home

I see the lights slowly flickering, I feel the dark slowly closing in
When you're down a road undiscovered and now I can't find my way back to you
Sit back, relax for a little while, don't jump the gun, rise above the line
You're digging deeper and deeper and now I can't seem to reach down to you

But I'm waiting and I'm wondering..
When you coming home, coming home
When you coming home, coming home
When you coming home

Head buried deeper within the sand, with a pair of aces in every hand
Stakes rising higher and higher but you don't have the sense to call it

But I'm waiting and I'm wondering..
When you coming home, coming home
When you coming home, coming home
When you coming home, coming home
When you coming home



You're dragging blood/mud all around the mess/mass
On hands and knees tryin'a say grace
Arms getting weaker and weaker
And now I can't find a way to stop this

Get back, back to reality...