‘I’m Coming Home’ is about being tired and disillusioned. It’s about looking for change and hoping to return to comfort and safety. At a funeral or memorial it could be about the deceased going home to heaven after living a difficult life.
Lyrics
Sitting in a railway station
With my suitcase in my hand
Going back where I came from
I’ve had more than I can stand
Of watching them destroy my dreams
They picked my brain till it was clean
When I was up they knocked me down
I ain’t going to hang around, I’m going home
With my suitcase in my hand
Going back where I came from
I’ve had more than I can stand
Of watching them destroy my dreams
They picked my brain till it was clean
When I was up they knocked me down
I ain’t going to hang around, I’m going home
I’m going home, going home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
Came to this old town seeking fortune and some fame
Never got the chance to prove myself,
Though I tried to play their game
Never got the chance to prove myself,
Though I tried to play their game
But using people just ain’t my thing
And won’t dangle from any string
To please some fool that don’t care about
They turned me inside out, I’m going home
And won’t dangle from any string
To please some fool that don’t care about
They turned me inside out, I’m going home
I’m going home, going home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
I’m going home, going home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
I’m going home, going home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
I’m going home, going home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
I’m going home, going home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
I’m going home, going home
Tell someone to meet me I’m coming home
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Songwriters: Linda Creed / Linda Diane Creed / Thom Bell / Thomas Randolph Bell
I’m Coming Home lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc