[Verse 1] I followed roads through foreign cities, learned a hundred ways to leave. Collected rooms and train-station mornings, carried everything but peace. I thought home was somewhere waiting, some old doorway, some old street. Then your voice came through the distance— and the road moved under me. [Chorus] I'm coming home again, not to the place where I began. Home is not a house or name, it's where somebody understands. Through every mile, through every rain, I finally know where I belong. I'm coming home again— to where your heartbeat calls me on. [Verse 2] Maybe home can cross an ocean. Maybe home can move with time. Maybe every road was teaching me what I could never leave behind. [Breakdown] No map. No sign. Just your voice on the other side. [Final Chorus] I'm coming home again, after everywhere I've been. Not the person who once left— but someone finally coming in. And if you open up the door, I won't need another road. I'm coming home again. This time I know.
