Going Home

I've been feeling kind of restless I've been feeling out of place I can hear a distant singing A song that I can't write And it echoes of what I'm always trying to say There's a feeling I can't capture It's always just a prayer away I want to know the ending Things hoped for but not seen But I guess that's the point of hoping anyway Of going home, I'll meet you at the table Going home, I'll meet you in the air And you are never too young to think about it Oh, I cannot wait to be home I'm confined by my senses To really know what you are like You are more than I can fathom And more than I can guess And more than I can see with you in sight But I have felt you with my spirit I have felt you fill this room And this is just an invitation Just a sample of the whole And I cannot wait to be going home Going home, I'll meet you at the table Going home, I'll meet you in the air And you are never too young to think about it Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home Face to face, how can it be Face to face, how can it be Face to face, how can it be Cause this is just an invitation Just a sample of the whole And I cannot wait to be going home