Besedila: Emerson Drive. What If?. You're Like Coming Home.

Ridin' restless under a broken sky
Weary traveler, something missin' inside
Always lookin' for a reason to turn around

Desperate for a little peace of mind
Just a bit of what I left behind, well, I found it now
Oh, you're like coming home

You're like a Sunday morning, pleasin' my eyes
You're a mid-summer's dream under a star-soaked sky
That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road

You're like comin' home
You're like comin' home
You're like comin' home

Go ahead let your hair fall down
The wanderlust is gone now
Here in your arms, I'm safe from the world again

These are the days that can't be erased
Baby, there isn't a better place, you're like Heaven
Oh, you're like comin' home

You're like a Sunday morning, pleasin' my eyes
You're a mid-summer's dream under a star-soaked sky
That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road

You're like comin' home
You're like comin' home
You're like comin' home

Oh, you're that innocence
That serenity
That long lost part of me

You're like a Sunday morning, pleasin' my eyes
You're a mid-summer's dream under a star-soaked sky
That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road

You're like a Sunday morning, pleasin' my eyes
You're a mid-summer's dream under a star-soaked sky
That peaceful, easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road

You're like comin' home
You're like comin' home
You're like comin' home
Oh, you're like comin' home