She sits at the same table every day,
Dressed in her finest, she waits.
And once again, he does not show up.
Maybe tomorrow, you never know.
It’s been so long since he sailed
She prays the sea will let him come home.

The people who don’t know, they all think she’s grand.
The people who do certainly understand.
Nobody doubts that her heart is pure, they only wonder how long.
Most of them gave up a long time ago.
How can she hold out? Surely she knows,
The sea seldom gives up, yet she’s so sure - he’s coming home

Every day she takes the same meal,
Water to drink, no ice, please.
A sandwich cut in half, she leaves the rest.
Maybe tomorrow, he knows I’m here
I gave him my promise, he took it.
She prays the sea will give in this once.

The people who don’t know, they all think she’s grand.
The people who do certainly understand.
Nobody doubts that her heart is pure, they only wonder how long.
Most of them gave up a long time ago.
How can she hold out? Surely she knows,
The sea seldom gives up, yet she’s so sure - he’s coming home

He’s Coming Home

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

He’s Coming Home

Scott Orr