"Come Back Home" genre: Folk Rock
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	A dark, quiet acoustic ballad.
	CD: 4 years Credits: Words and Music by John Doman
	Story Behind the Song This song is about faith and skepticism; despite it's simplicity, the lyrics took a couple of years to write. The first verse came to me when I walked the shores of Lake Michigan in early morning; the second came years later, when I was working as a sports reporter and covering a high school basketball game. Not that you should read into that too much; I just thought it would be interesting to know. This is another song that many fans have names as their favorite; it's actually one on my favorites. Lyrics I walk the hills in the footsteps of morning And I see your love come crashing to the shore And then the dust comes in without warning And I think that it’s the wind and nothing more Just the air that moves the water to the shore I get the praise for my new vibration And I sit back here and suck up all the love And then I get a strange new sensation That there’s more than air and molecules above More than air and dust and molecules above I know it’s no excuse to take a fall from grace But I can’t see your face, yeah And as I look over the ruins of this jewel-set town All these questions still arise, and all these questions they fall down And they fall down I get in these awkward situations Where it doesn’t matter what I do or say And I hear the cry of my generation The quiet cry of those who were born right out of the grave And I hear them cry like they still have souls to save In my life, there’s always been a threat of tragedy But you know, it never touches me, yeah And so I walk with my boots on and my head held high But I know I don’t deserve it, and all these questions still I cry And I say: Who made the morning and the evening? Why did you place me in this world? I’m looking for rhyme and I’m looking for reason But I see your light come shining through and I’m free I come back home to you I never dared to ask you why you let her bleed I only ask for the things I need, yeah And as I look into the window of your stained-glass eyes All these questions, they come up, and all these questions still arise

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