My dad’s not famous, but he is to me
‘Cause he says we’re all special, all different, you see.
And that’s not words from some old book laying lonely on a shelf,
That’s a man who knows himself, he tells it like it is.

I don’t write and I don’t call – it doesn’t bother you at all,
So I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home.
Please forgive what I don’t say - you know I love you anyway,
So I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
Yeah, I’m coming home.

'Cause I get tired of thinking 'bout things;
I wasn't built for too much philosophising.
And I feel lost sometimes, so small, I feel I'm hardly here at all.
But that’s a man who knows himself, he tells it like it is.

I don’t write and I don’t call – it doesn’t bother you at all,
So I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home.
Please forgive what I don’t say - you know I love you anyway,
So I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home.

I'm all grown-up now, but I'm still your kid,
And I will make you proud one day, but I know you'll love me anyway,
So I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home,
I'm coming home.
Yeah, I'm coming home.
Oh, I'm coming home to you.

I don’t write and I don’t call – it doesn’t bother you at all,
So I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home.
Please forgive what I don’t say - you know I love you anyway,
So I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home.

I'm all grown-up now, but I'm still your kid,
And I will make you proud one day, but I know you'll love me anyway,
So I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home,
I'm coming home.
Yeah, I'm coming home.
Oh, I'm coming home to you.