You're free as felons
Sound as a savage
You'd be hungry in heaven
But you're home
You're as mild as a maelstrom
Frugal as a feast
And a hundred miles from harbor
You are no one's to keep
But you're home
You're as subtle as a siren
Heavy as heat
I'm as humble as Harvard
Dry as a drink
And we burn the coals back to fire again
When you're home in my love
You're a crooked constellation
A tame or torrid tide
And it don't matter where you're going
When you're home
And we burn the coals back to fire again
When you're home in my love
You're home in my love
Home in my love