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A warm, soulful folk‑rock song about returning to a beloved place and the relief of reunion. Intimate, story‑driven verses build into communal, cathartic choruses that celebrate belonging and shared memory. The arrangement moves from quiet, reflective moments to a full‑band, singalong finale, with call‑and‑response harmonies and a comforting, live‑room energy.

Lyrics

Verse 1  
Streetlamps like lighthouses guide me slow  
Shoes with a handful of dust and stories to show  
Windows breathing candlelight into the night  
Every shadow softens at the thought of your light

Pre‑Chorus  
I carried the thunder, I carried the cold  
Found a thousand faces but none to hold

Chorus  
I’m coming home with my hands open wide  
Where the laughter saves me and the old songs hide  
Lay my road down on your doorstep stone  
I’m coming home, I’m coming home

Verse 2  
Train tracks whisper secrets of the miles behind  
A pocket full of letters and a map of makeshift time  
Children play like rivers, running free and tall  
And the town hums the chorus that I once knew and called

Pre‑Chorus  
I traded my compass for the pull of your name  
Every road unraveled to the same flame

Chorus  
I’m coming home with my hands open wide  
Where the laughter saves me and the old songs hide  
Lay my road down on your doorstep stone  
I’m coming home, I’m coming home

Verse 3  
Morning folds like paper, sunlight on the stair  
Coffee on the windowsill, your laughter in the air  
Old coats on the pegboard, names stitched in the seam  
Photographs like promises, threading back the dream  
Footsteps find the hallway, steady as a drum  
Every quiet corner says, at last, you’ve come

Bridge  
Raise the glass, let the neighbours in  
Sing the loss away, sing the found again  
Under porchlight confession, barefoot on the lawn  
We stitch our ragged edges until the night is gone

Breakdown (call / response)  
Call: Call and answer, voices climb and bend  
Response: Carry me on the chorus to the place I mend

Final Chorus  
I’m coming home with my hands open wide  
Where the laughter saves me and the old songs hide  
Lay my road down on your doorstep stone  
I’m coming home, I’m coming home

Outro  
Door swings slow, and the hallway breathes  
A simple light, a key, a thousand folded leaves  
I fold into the warmth, into the known  
I am found, I am held, I am coming home

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