I'm on loan, like a christmas tree 
Chop me down and dress me up 
What if I wind up in a gutter 
Or a garbage truck. 
 
Turn the clocks back to a memory 
Turn the memory to stone 
Skip that stone across the brandy wine 
And go back home 
 
There's a bird you named 
Who left your shoulder long ago 
There's a ball you threw 
It hit the ground a long time ago 
A long time ago, A long time ago 
 
Let me go... 
 
I woke up from a fairy tale 
Washing curtains in the sink 
Living ever after happily 
What would mother think? 
 
I say goodbye to you 
You and your mother too 
And when the train arrives 
When everybody cries 
 
I'll ride the winded air 
That blows your stormy hair 
And blows your cares away 
And waits for yesterday to say 
I'm coming Home 
 
I'm Coming Home...