Coming Home was written shortly after we relocated from Long Island, NY to the foothills of the Berkshire Mountains in CT. I had been performing a lot of solo and duet shows throughout CT and MA while putting the finishing touches on the New Moon Rising CD. Our first son was born in the fall shortly after our move and I often found myself in the car alone traveling to/from gigs. It seemed our new baby made leaving home difficult even if the show was within a couple of hours of home. One winter night while driving home from a gig (in God-knows-where) the song "Coming Home" presented itself and I drove hastily in the dark while singing the new lyrics and melody into a small digital recording device. I completed the song within a day or two and began to lay the groundwork for a new album that would bear the name of this new song.
On the "Coming Home" CD we asked our wonderful friend Annie Golden to join in the chorus of this song. We re-recorded the tune for our latest CD "Afterimage" and the tune remains one of the staples in most of our concerts. I simply NEVER get tired of singing this song...
Lyrics
Coming Home
There’s a red sun rising on a summer field
Wildflowers line the hill
The river’s running lazy
to the tune of the whippoorwill
The old dirt road goes winding through the forest out to the highway
Traveling alone, traveling alone but I’m on my way
Chorus:
Babe your smile brings me home
Makes everything alright
When we say goodbye I die inside as I step into the night
Cold and alone is how the highway feels, headlights burning bright
I’m coming home
Sometimes it’s hard to say some things
I get shy, I don’t know why
I feel it most out on the road
when I’m alone in overdrive
If I’m workin’down in the city or cruisin’ ‘long the countryside
for every time I thank God for home there’s a star up in the sky
(chorus)
There’s a half moon glowing on a snowy field
The stars are on the hill
The river’s still running lazy
but everything else is frozen still
The old dirt road comes winding through the forest from the highway
Traveling home, traveling home... I’m on my way
(chorus)