Verse 1

Your boots come in with dust from the road

You leave them beside the kitchen door

Your mother sets a plate down quietly

You look at the chair where your brother sat before

Pre-Chorus

The train kept turning through the night

You held one name against your chest

Now every room is still and bright

And you can finally let your shoulders rest

Chorus

Come home, come home

The porch is warm, the kettle sings

Come home, come home

There’s room for all the hurt you bring

No one asks you to be brave tonight

Just take my hand and stay

You made it back, you made it home