Coming Home - William Bolton

Hey mama

Dear mama

Woah

Dear mom

You know I really love the weather

I wrote this song for you as a letter

I love it in L.A. (yeah)

But I miss the smell of home cooking

Been doing things that I know I shouldn’t

I think I need a break

Oh-woah, I’m on my way

It’s been too many months

Oh-woah, boarding my plane

To see the ones I love

I’m coming home, woah-oh

I’m coming home, home

Dear mom

Always told me I could be a star

Now, I’m on a different boulevard

And the road it can get rough (ooh, woah, oh)

And all the girls are really pretty

But their attitudes are really shitty

And I just can’t find love (no, no, no)

Oh-woah, I’m on my way

I’ve missed you so much

Oh-woah, boarding my plane

To see the ones I love

I’m coming home, woah-oh

I’m coming home, home

I’m coming ho-o-ome, ho-o-ome

Ho-o-ome

Oh-woah, I’m on my way

It’s been too many months

Oh-woah, boarding my plane

To see the ones I love

I’m coming home