Coming Home

©  2003 Jackie Tice and William Hall

Like silver horses running
Across the plains
Coyote lonesome howling
To the rain
Thunder in the distance
Calling out your name
When will you be
Coming home again

I heard your voice the other day
In the wind
Soft against my memory
And on my skin
Hanging on another chance
Wishing you would stay
When will you be
Coming home again

Time it was
Was as new
Nothing held you down
Or kept me from you
Here you are
Swept from view
You take to the open road
I wait be the telephone
Tell me when you’ll be coming home

This song’s been heard a hundred times
Still the same
What becomes of yours and mine
Doesn’t change
This poetry and pure romance
Its colors never fade
When will you be
Coming home again