Coming Home

Coming Home (Stratovarius, 1997).

I wake up in the morning so far away from home, 
Trying to make it through the day. 
Many miles are between us, I'm sending my love
From this payphone.

Through the storms we've wandered, many mountains we have climbed, But all the bad times are 

behind, The road is free -  [bad word] Home.

Without you I am like a ship without it's sails,
Calling the wind to save me. 
I'd climb the highest mountain, I'd cross the seven seas
Just to see your smile again. 

All the [bad word] that was built along the years [bad word] back to stay, I know. Just look ahead the road 

is free -  [bad word] Home. [bad word] Home.

With every step I'm closer to home,
When I'm back you won't be alone. 
Soon I'll see the familiar door before my eyes and you.

Through the storms we've wandered, many mountains we have climbed, But all the bad times are 

behind, the road is, the road is free -  [bad word] Home. [bad word] Home.
Through the storms we've wandered, many mountains we have climbed, But all the bad times are 

behind, The road is free -  [bad word] Home.
Through the storms we've wandered
Just look ahead the road, is free...