Tell me, are you coming back again? The sound of your torture is bringing us pain The weight on my shoulders I know I can't take Cry out, we will hear you Cry out so you can find your way back home Asking, are you coming back again? I need to know, will

I feel I'm coming home again In morning dew A glorious scene came through Like war is over now Pure moments of thought In the meaning of love This war is over now Salaam allah alad donia alal'insaan (salute god and bless life and humans)

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

We can just pretend We'll make it home again From everything now I'm in the black again Not coming back again I'm in the red again No space in my head again

Late last night, I went for a walk, Down by the river near my home. Couldn't believe, with my own eyes, And I swear I'll never leave my home again. I saw a man walking on the water. Coming right at me from the other side. Calling out my name; do not be

We're coming home again Well, nobody cares Everyone left you They're all out without you havin' fun Does anyone care if nobody cares? Get me out of here right now After ten cups of coffee Nobody likes you

I'm coming home to Arizona We will meet again And today, I leave you But I'll be back someday And as I fly away My hope is that we'll meet again I'm off to my home away from home I will miss you

In a road, won’t you leave me now Both in a road, won’t you leave me now You should go Nina 'Cause I ain’t never coming home And I’ve been living on the road Nina And then again you should know Nina 'Cause that’s you and me

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning