I don't wanna be alone with my suitcase anymore
Sick and tired of picking up my drunk ass off the floor
These weeks go by so slowly
I can't breathe it drives me crazy
I just can't wait til I get home
Everything I see out here reminds me of your face
And how you'd love this scenery but it's just not the same
Oceans and miles between us
My mind is spinning and I'm losing focus
I just can't wait til I get home
All these nights in hotel rooms
Detached and singing out of tune
Just one more restless night
In the morning I'll be coming home to you
I'll be coming home to you
I'll be coming home, coming home
I'll be coming home to you
I'll be coming home, coming home to you