Coming Home

[E]My[Abm] dad[F#m]s no[B]t famous
But he is... to me
'Cause he says we're all special
All different
You see

[A] [E] [F#m] [B]
And that's [A]no[E]t [B]words from some old book
Laying lonely on a shelf
That's a man who knows himself
He tells it like it is

[A]If[E] I[F#m] don[B]'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 forget what I don't say
You know I love you anyway
I'm coming home
Yes, I'm coming home

[A]So I'm [Abm]coming h[F#m]ome
[A]Yes, I[Abm]'m coming[F#m] home

'Cause I get tired
Of thinking 'bout things
I wasn't built for
Too much philosophising

I feel lost
Sometimes I'm small
I feel I'm hardly here at all
There's a man who knows himself
He tells it like it is

If 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 forget 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'll make you proud one day
But I know you love me anyway

So I'm coming home
Yes, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Oh, I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home
To [B]you oh, ohh

If 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 forget 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'll make you proud one day
But I know you love me anyway

So I'm coming home
Yes, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Oh, I'm coming home
[E]To you